detectivestucks2

[detectivestucks2]

Mean, Rich, & Mine Pt. 11

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Frat Boy Sukuna x F!Reader

Warnings: Public flirting

Summary: Sukuna's denial of what you want has reset your relationship. Done are the days of caving to his demands. Let the games begin.

Art Credit: @innaillus

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Hey ladies! Sorry for the late post. My personal life got a little hectic so I had to prioritize school, but I'm feeling much better and ready to get back to it! I'll be posting a couple of parts this week since I missed last week and the week before. Thank you for your patience while I was healing! 💕

Chapter 10 I Chapter 12

The steady sound of the road beneath you lulls you into a still calm. The buildings pass and soon the familiar sights of campus come back into view. Gone is the frenzied driving of an anxious man. Now Ryomen cruises down the road, taking you home with a full belly and a small wine buzz. 

There’s a comfortable silence between you. One where his hand lightly rests on your thigh, making it feel like home. If a week ago, someone told you this is how you’d feel around Sukuna, you’d laugh in their face. He’s a bully, not a protector. How can you sit here, watching the streetlights glide across his face like he’s some angelic being?

The car rolls to a stop, and once again Ryomen gets out of the car and opens your door. His hand rests on your back as he escorts you up to your apartment, his body crowding yours while you fumble with your keys. There’s a heat between you that is inescapable. Desire creeps back up on you and you turn around to face him. You grab the lapels of his suit jacket and yank down, lowering his face to meet yours. You lunge in for the kiss, cooing into his mouth as you try to climb him in your skimpy little dress. 

Sukuna finishes unlocking the door and drags you inside, trying to hide the curve of your ass from your neighbors. Once through the door, he slams it shut with your back pressed firmly up against the grain. His hips rut up into you, his package anxious to be opened. You feel a fever overtake you. There’s no restraint left. You start to unbutton his shirt, pushing his suit jacket off his shoulders between fumbled attempts. Sukuna assists your efforts, stripping off his shirt for the second time tonight while your hands greedily explore his skin. Everything about him is a turn-on. Every mischievous smile. Every venomous word. Every knuckle crack. Every gaze of his red eyes. Every part of him was designed to be your Achilles’ heel. 

Your toes reach for the ground and he releases his hold. You loop your fingers into his belt and tug him to your bedroom, pushing him down onto the mattress and climbing on top. Each knee placed outside his chest, your heat straddled over his center, you trail kisses from his mouth to his chin, sucking on the skin behind his jaw, before grazing the center line down his pecs and abs, worshiping his chiseled V line as your fingers undo the fasten of his pants. 

“Stop.” his hand covers yours. “I don’t want to sleep with you on the first date.”

“So we can fool around in the elevator of a public building, but we can’t fool around at home?”

“It’s different.”

“How?!”

“Cause I already told you, I don’t want some hoe who puts out on the first date.”

Your body goes rigid. After a second of staring at him, you scramble off the bed, feet touching the floor, and swiftly walking over to your bathroom door. You grab your bathrobe from the hook and pull it around yourself before heading back over to the living room, suddenly very aware of your lingerie and plug. 

Sukuna props himself on his elbows, his lust-addled brain catching up with what’s happening while watching your robotic movements. As you walk away, the situation starts to catch up with him. 

“Fuck. C, I’m sorry. It’s not like that.” You keep walking away from him in silence. “I just mean that I don’t want you to act like something you’re not.”

“But our behavior together until now would say otherwise. Or are you pretending we haven’t gotten busy in a public bathroom or in the stairwell?” You sound cold and distant, even to yourself, as you plop down on the couch. The hurt tightens around your ribs with each stinging breath.

“No, I, geezus” He runs his hand through his hair, towering over you sitting on the sofa, trying to justify things. “I like our games, I just don’t want to sleep together yet.”

“Well, now you won’t get to play those games. Since you don’t want to date a hoe.”

“Will you stop? You’re not like that.”

“Then tell me, what am I like? Cause 10 days ago you were trying to trade sexual favors for school work.”

“Ten days ago I was a jerk. I was so blinded by my own pride that I didn’t see the amazing woman next to me. I could’ve had you all to myself this entire semester but instead I squandered our time for some petty revenge.”

“And what changed?”

“I saw you in a pretty dress; one that I paid for. Then I saw other men bothering you and I got angry… and jealous. I started to realize how hard you work compared to everyone else, how talented you are, how you light up the room. I started to realize I was wrong about you.” Sukuna’s finger begins to trace your shoulder. His black painted nail glides along the fuzzy fabric of your robe till it meets your skin. The line of his finger travels up your neck, then along your jaw. “I realized that I’m the only one allowed to give you a hard time cause only I know how to make you feel better. I’m the only one who should be allowed to soothe you. I’m the only one who should be allowed to touch you. I’m the only one who should be allowed to kiss you. I’m the only one for you, and I can’t handle the idea that you could ever be with anyone else. The way I feel about you is rooted so deep in my chest that I know I’ll destroy you if I can’t control myself during our first time. I need to learn to calm these feelings before I let myself feel pleasure at your hands.”

“What do you mean? You think you would really hurt me?” Ryomen sits down next to you. 

“I don’t know. But I don’t want to risk finding out. You’re too precious to me.”

“I don’t know…" you whisper, "I feel like you’re full of shit.”

Your words, blunt as they are, lay in stark contrast to your voice. Even vulnerable and unsure of yourself, you make Sukuna laugh. Not a little laugh either. His face, so serious a moment ago, is now cracked with smile lines around his mouth and eyes. 

“Ryo!” You shove his shoulder, “it’s not funny, Ryo!”

“I’m sorry baby. You’re just so cute.” His knuckles brush the side of your face. “Forgive me? Please?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Fine. But I’m no longer giving it up. Not until I have access to what’s between those legs.” Your declaration is said with finality as you cross your arms. 

Sukuna looks at you, the corner of his mouth tugged up while he brushes the tip of his nose with his thumb. “I guess you have yourself a deal. If you can resist me, that is.”

“If I can resist you?! More like if you can resist me.”

“You’re on, gorgeous.”

The sound of solution bubbling in various beakers across the classroom fills the tense silence between you and your lab partner. One soft touch and then another, making you hot under the collar. Today’s outfit is a white bodysuit and a green floral skirt with ruching up the side. You paired the relaxed look with white Converse since you’re not allowed to wear sandals in lab. Ryomen originally turned his nose up at your budget fashion, but minutes into lab, he brushes that same nose against your ear and whispers, “You look adorable today.”

“I know,” you hum, realizing this has officially become the new normal. The out-of-your-league campus hottie is somehow obsessed with you and your appearance.  

Brushing his comment aside, you continue along with today’s reduction, acting as if you can’t feel the tension rising between you. A graze of your hip here, a touch of your back there, even a small rub of his pelvis against your rear as he reaches for the beaker behind you. However, you ignore it all, trying to resist him. You’ll be damned if you let Ryomen win this game. The key will be to drive him crazy so he caves first.

“Turn it up higher, princess. The flame is too low,” he rumbles into your ear. Your breath hitches, but you try to cover it with a cough. When his dark chuckle fans your cartilage, you can tell your trick didn’t work. 

“You doin okay, baby?”

“I’m fine Ryo.” You counter. Then, to your victory, there’s a twitch against your hip. “Are you doing okay?”

He clears his throat while straightening his posture. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t start games you can’t win, Kuna.”

You watch his knuckles go white from gripping his pencil too tight. Maybe now that you’ve found his weak spot, he’ll let up with the touching, but he gets worse. His hand slides around your waist and closes its grip. Butterflies float in your chest. “Kuna,” you say in warning, “what did I just say?”

“Give me a taste.” he purrs next to your face

“No.”

“Just a quick one.”

“No!”

“You can’t say my name like that and not give me what I want.”

“I absolutely can. Now focus.”

“You’re punishing me.”

“You’re punishing yourself. You started this game. I’m just winning.”

He grumbles next to you, returning to his work. You finish the lab in peace, but the second the bell rings, Sukuna weaves his fingers between yours and tries to pull you forward. However, you ground your feet and stop him. “We’re not doing that, Ryo. I mean it.”

“Come on baby.”

“No, you’re the one who ‘doesn’t want me acting like I’m something I’m not.’ You need to deal with what that means.”

“Fine, you’ve made your point. Now can we please go?”

“To our next class, yes. To the bathroom, no.”

“What about the stairwell?”

“Are you begging?”

“Not on your life.”

“Then you know my answer.”

Sukuna’s hand reaches for your ass, his fingers grip the muscle harshly as he pulls you into him, pressing his rock-hard length against your core. You gasp and look up at him, those scarlet eyes staring back with an intensity that makes your heart stammer. He wants you, but you want him too, and it’s not fair to keep putting out if he won’t do the same. No. You won’t give in. But heavens, how you want to. 

“Let go, Ryo.” you whisper, your words unconvincing. 

You watch him struggle to compose himself. There’s a war going on behind his eyes like he’s never had to deny himself before. He could always do what he wanted, but for once, he’s not in control. He swallows several times before you feel his grip loosen. However, that doesn’t stop him from lifting you up on the lab table and kissing you. He’s sure to push his thickness against your center, reminding you of what you want but not offering it to you. 

“Our classmates are still here.” you murmur against his lips. 

“When have I ever cared about that?”

“You could start.” you say drunkenly, still leaning into the kiss.

“Nah.”

Even with his dismissal, he lightens up, his intense desire simmering into something sweeter. 

“We have to go to our next classes.”

“Come over tonight.”

“I have work study.”

“Come over afterwards.”

“I won’t have time, I work at the store in the morning.”

“Then spend the night. You’ve done it before.”

You pull away to fully look at him. “Ryo, I have obligations. Last week was really fun but I can’t operate like that every week. I need to focus.”

“I’ll pay for everything, please I just want to spend time with you.”

His neediness melts your heart. “You know how I feel about you having too much control over my life.”

“And you know how I feel about that.”

“I do.”

You’ve reached a stalemate. Your hand wanders from his forearm up to his bicep where you give it a squeeze. “Talk later?”

“Fine.” He concedes. 

You kiss his cheek before hopping off the desk and heading down the stairs together, his hand entwined with yours. Outside the physics hall, he grips your hand tighter. 

“I’ll see you later,” you assure him.

“Don’t forget about my present from Wednesday. And I better see proof of you using it.”

“Proof? You always gotta take the mystery out of things.”

“Or I just like getting photos from my sexy girlfriend.” You giggle and roll your eyes at him in response. Then he leans down to your ear, "Remind me to spank that attitude out of you later."

"Goodbye, Kuna. I'll text you tonight."

That evening, you make it home, the weight of your eyelids overpowering your vision. Work study this evening was in the main campus library and involved relocating the entire history section over to the newly renovated third floor. Your arms hurt from lifting stacks of books. Thoughts of sending Ryomen nudes are the furthest thing from your mind. You’re ready to just text him and get some sleep. You can send him some ‘fun photos’ after you study tomorrow but right now, resting before the morning shift is priority.

You’re fumbling with your keys when you notice the door to the neighboring unit is swung wide open. Curiosity piqued, you glance over at the moving boxes. You note that they’re filled with expensive items. Much more expensive than what belongs in apartments of this tax bracket. Who, in their right mind, would move here if they can afford so many designer brands?

Your stomach clenches. Ryomen couldn’t convince you to move to a better neighborhood, is it possible he decided to move in next door instead? It seems exactly the kind of thing he’d do. Especially after you decided to start withholding sexual favors. Unbelievable. You walk over to your new neighbor’s door, but a flash of long blue hair runs chills down your spine. 

Quickly, you rush back to your front door and turn the deadbolt with you on the other side. Mahito is your new neighbor. Mahito. The guy Ryomen kicked out of the frat because he was hitting on you. Ryo’s going to flip when he finds out. Was this intentional or coincidental? Either way, it’s not good. 

You’re exhausted, but suddenly sleeping is not next on the to-do list. You don’t want to be alone. Not so close to Mahito. Not till you know his intentions. Your fingers misspell word after word, making you retype your request over and over.

Ryo, can you spend the night? Nothing funny. Just sleeping.

I thought you didn’t want to come over?

Not there, here.

Is everything okay?

There’s no way you have the energy to tell Sukuna who your new neighbor is, not right now. 

Everything’s fine. I’m just tired and want to be with you.

😏 Am I winning?

No

This feels like winning

Can’t a girl want to cuddle with her boyfriend between jobs?

That’s not all we’ll do 😉

Ryo.

What?

I’m really tired. Just come before I fall asleep.

OMW Princess

Thank you 💋

Setting your phone down, the nerves lessen. You’re not sure what scheme Mahito’s playing, but your intuition is screaming that something’s wrong. You don’t believe in coincidences when it comes to rich people. You just don’t. But Ryo will be here soon, and then you can sleep in his arms, unafraid and comforted.

Masterlist IChapter 10 I Chapter 12

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[detectivestucks2]

Mean, Rich, & Mine Pt. 10

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Frat Boy Sukuna x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, BDSM themes, oral female receiving, squirting, public-ish

Summary: Driven mad with desire for you, Sukuna races to a secluded spot and caves to his primal needs. You ask for more but he denies you, instead asking for a few photos

Art Credit: @innaillus

Word Count: 3.7 k

Chapter 9 I Chapter 11

Car thrown into gear, the roar of the engine turns to a hum once you’ve hit top speed. You whiz deeper into downtown, the buildings steadily turning into skyscrapers and the streets narrowing to accommodate the concrete jungle around you. Hardly slowing down, Sukuna sharply turns into a parking garage at the base of a twenty something story building encased in dark glass windows. 

The car whips around the corners of the empty lot before screeching to a halt in front of the base of an elevator. 

Sukuna turns his face towards you and smiles that shit eating grin. The butterflies that whirled in your stomach from his driving now flutter up to your chest. He gets out of the car and jogs around to your door, opening it and offering his hand. Then he reaches back in the car to grab your food and the bottle of Pauillac, along with a small briefcase.

You watch him wordlessly as he grabs the various items and then strides up to the elevator doors. Handing you the wine while he reaches in his back pocket and pulls out his wallet before grabbing some type of ID and pressing it to a black card reader. The stainless steel doors separate, allowing you both to step inside. The floor of the elevator is tiled, and the walls are comprised of floor-to-ceiling mirrors. The two of you shuffle in; your eyes continuing to flit up to his face in excitement. 

Scanning his card one more time, he presses a button at the top of the 28 stories and sets down the items in his hands, turning to you as the weight of your stomach signals the elevator is beginning to rise. 

With gentle urgency, Sukuna’s giant hand pulls you by the waist and presses you against the mirrored elevator wall. It’s cold against your back, but you hardly have time to care. One hand cradling your face and the other greedily exploring the outside of your leg, his lips clash with yours like a battle. He’s lost himself in his need for you. You’re perfect dress, your beautiful hair, your gorgeous body. He falls to his knees, hungry for you.

“Ryo, what about security cameras?!”

“I’ll save the footage later.”

“That’s not funny.”

“I wasn’t joking.” His mischievous crimson eyes lower from your severe gaze to fixate on your core. Hands slide up your thighs, taking the satin fabric of the dress with them before he bunches it together in one fist to pull the crotch of your sexy bodysuit aside. His pupils widen like he’s discovered the holy grail. His tongue jets out to lap up the small bit of creamy discharge that had been building in the car. His driving was hot, and in a suit, it looked even hotter.

With a knee weakening moan, he digs the muscle into your slit, slurping any arousal he could find, sucking it out of your hole and into his mouth. Then he focused his attention on your clit. The tiny button of pleasure at the top of your sex. His cruel lips wrap around it and suck, his tongue flicking over the bundle like a toy. Your fingers nest in the pink locks at the crown of Sukuna’s head, pulling as the pleasure mounts. 

It all reaches a breaking point when his thick digits prod at your entrance and slip inside while his tongue runs magical circles around the bulb of nerves between his teeth. Fingers curling up, pulling in and out, dragging your juices with them till the squelches from between your legs were deafening. 

“Sukuna! Someone could see!”

He bites down on your clit. 

“Sukuna!!”

“What’s my name?” he asks as his fingers work aggressively between your legs.

“R-R…Ryo…men.” you pant, knees giving way. 

You sink to the floor, temporarily stopping his movements, but he’s not done. He lays you down on the floor, kneeling between your legs, his giant body looming over yours. It was both angelic and demonic all at once. Your eyes dart around the small room, looking at his excited stance from every angle as his image is mirrored on the walls. Those possessive eyes rake over you, determined to have you now. 

His fist hits the emergency stop, halting the elevator on it’s assent, stopping around the 20th floor. “Sukuna! Are you crazy?!”

“You keep calling me Sukuna instead of Ryomean, so yes.”

He yanks his tie loose, pulling against the knot before lifting it over his head. He slips it over your wrists and tightens the loop. You don’t ask questions, you know where this is going and you want it so bad. 

He tosses his suit jacket into the corner with the food and the wine. Then in tantalizingly slow movements, he unbuttons his shirt one loop at a time. The tattoos that run under his collar come into view, then more. They run over his chest and ripple down his abdominals, pointing toward his waistline. You drool at his appearance, hardly noticing the large gash in the center of his stomach since it did nothing to diminish the physical marvel that is this man. 

“Like what you see?”

“Yes” 

It comes out small, like you’ve been holding on to some secret that Sukuna is actually the man of your dreams. Like you haven’t been pining after him since the first time your eyes spotted his giant stature and his light pink hair. You’d always wanted him, even when he was an awful nightmare. Yet here he is, beaming down at you like he’s found some buried treasure.

“Good, cause it’s yours. I am all yours, just as you are mine.”

You clench, wishing he would be inside you already, but that’s not his style. Shirt discarded, Sukuna lifts your dress, pulling it up high enough to expose your breasts, contoured in your shiny PU body suit, each strap acting as lines on a topography map of your skin. Slow, deliberate kisses line your curves, each press of his lips filling you with need. 

“Kuna,” you hum drunkenly, mind a whirl of hormones, “I want you.”

“I want you too, baby. But I’m not gonna ask you to sleep with me tonight. As much as my cock aches to be between these pretty lips.” his thumb swipes your lower lip, eliciting a gasp. “I don’t want some hoe who puts out on the first date. Instead, I’m gonna ask that you pose pretty for me, in whatever way I ask.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“So many things.”

“Like what?”

“Do you mind a little punishment?”

Nervously, you gulp. Couldn’t he be even a little bit normal? Why does messing with Sukuna always have to involve the most compromising circumstances? With a careful nod, Sukuna reaches into the corner for the briefcase he brought with him from the car.

He lays the leather case on its side and clicks open the two latches. He lifts the top to reveal a pair of cuffs, a paddle, a leather whip, a vibrator, and a spike roller. When he says punishment, he means actually hitting you. 

“Will it hurt?”

“A little,” he responds, “But think of it like the game when we wrote our paper together.”

You nod, feeling more sure. You remember how the pressure of the clamps and the tightness of the rope made something about each intimate touch feel magnified tenfold. Pain somehow enhances the pleasure and so long as it is Ryomen in control, you feel safe. 

Gently, Sukuna grabs his tie from around your wrists and loosens it all the way, sliding it off. He motions for you to sit up on your knees, and you acquiesce. He grabs the silver cuffs wrapped in black fur, closing the metal around one wrist as he leans into you. His kiss is soft and gentle, slowly he pulls your arms behind you before clicking the second cuff closed around your other wrist, hands now bound behind your back. Lips still soft and sweet against your own, he takes his tie and covers your eyes with it. Nerves starting to mount, you fall out of cadence with his mouth, but his knuckle traces your chin and pulls your attention back to his lips, following each motion like a lifeline. 

When he pulls back, he admires you, kneeling before him, restrained and at his mercy, surrounded by a hundred replicas of your image staring back at him from every direction. He truly has gone to heaven or been locked in a dream. His length strains in his suit pants, begging to spring out. Instead, he grabs his phone, opens the camera, and begins taking snapshots for his private folder of your blissful body. You, in your silken deep red dress, black fuzzy cuffs, and his matching tie, blindfold. Once again, you captivate his attention completely.

Over a week ago, you were some fixation, a point to prove, and a game to win. Then he saw you. Really saw you for the first time. Your smile, your warmth, your attention to detail, every part of you began to shine, and he wasn’t about to let anyone else have the privilege of kissing your lips. In that moment, he knew you were his. But at the same time, he felt this change, like he became yours. You laid a claim over him that even he didn’t understand until this week. You are everything. Everything he could ever want or dream of wanting.

You are living, breathing perfection and he’s the idiot who didn’t see it till it was standing in a little black cocktail dress getting rubbed on by his desperate housemates. Now here you are, on your knees in the dress he bought you, waiting for him to take control.

He steps closer, pulling you towards his crotch by the back of your head. “Feel what you do to me,” he grunts, rubbing your mouth and nose over his hardened length.

“If you want me so bad, then take me.” you reply, salivating all over his slacks, craving his salty taste.

“No. Not yet.”

“Please, Kuna, I want you.”

“Dont-” he takes a steadying breath, feeling his control slip for a moment at the sweet new nickname you said not once, but twice now. “Don’t beg. I don’t want to do something I’ll regret.”

“Would you really regret it?”

“Selfishly stealing pleasure when I know I’m supposed to be giving it to you? Yes.”

There’s disappointment mingled with happiness in his rejection. It’s the world's longest and most intense foreplay, and you promise yourself that by the time he's finally willing to slip it inside of you, you’re going to give him the best blowjob of his life. 

Sukuna squats down in front of you, thumb once more tracing your lips while his other hand grabs a vibrator out of the case. He turns it on, letting it whir to life before telling you to hold it to yourself. Uncomfortably, you twist your arms, reaching for the large wand now vibrating in your hand. It’s powerful. Your hand immediately starts tingling and ever so lightly you tap the tip of the toy between your legs. With an immediate jump you close them shut.

“It’s too strong.”

“I said, hold it against yourself.”

You whimper, feeling the tug of the cuffs against your left arm, pulled all the way around your back and to the right side of your body. As you push the tip back against your labia, you feel the rush of blood surge to your core as you squeal from stimulation and stand taller on your knees. Sukuna smiles as he grabs the whip and stands back up, casually whacking it against your back and ass as you squirm on your knees from his little game. 

Occasionally, you lose your balance, falling forward into him while he rubs his clothed boner against your face, allowing you to feel how he twitches against your cheek. He records the entire thing, every whimper, every cry, every gasp. At times, he places the whip over his shoulder and kneels down, taking control of the wand and pushing it hard against your core, rubbing it in circles against your throbbing clit. 

You snap your legs shut in protest, so he chooses his next punishment. “For doing that, I’m going to have to  make sure you won’t be able to sit down the rest of the weekend.”

“What? No! I didn’t mean to!”

“Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, C. I thought you were better than this.”

With rough hands, Sukuna pushes you down on the floor. Your cheek pressed against the cool tile. He pushes your arms over your ass so they are hugging your knees and you are forced to kneel face down with your rear high in the air. Sukuna lifts your dress so your ass is on full display for the security camera to catch at every angle, thanks mirrors, and allows the fabric to pool near your head. Your perky little gem still gleaming between your cheeks. 

Instead of the light sting of the whip, Sukuna grabs the black leather-trimmed paddle. He rubs the apples of your cheeks, lulling you into false comfort before he cracks it mercilessly against your skin. You cry out in pain while he watches your flesh ripple. Noticing the discarded vibrator, he grabs the wand and returns it to its rightful place against your folds, causing you to shriek in sensitivity. The louder your cries, the harder the paddle comes down against your rear, each crack mingling with your cries of pain and pleasure. 

A strange symphony of sensation washes over you. You begin to crave the pain even when you want it to stop. Part of you wants him to strike again, while the other part wants it to be over. Your back bends from the intensity, and Sukuna captures every movement with artistic close-ups of your suffering. 

Laying the paddle down, Sukuna presses his thumb against the gem sticking out of your rear. A deep, embarrassing moan falls out. You scrunch your face, dying of shame. 

“Knew you’d like this.”

“No Ryo.”

He spits onto your ass, letting it pool against your sphincter before he tugs on the gem. You gasp, feeling the stretch of your skin against the circumference of the bulb being pulled out. Then he pushes it back in, slowly toying with you, watching as your ass swallows the plug over and over. The worst part is how intense it feels with the vibrator buzzing away against your nerve bundle while he effectively fucks your ass with his earlier gift. Heavy moans sprinkled with shrieks of sensitivity fill the air, and after this, nothing is going to stop Sukuna from getting a copy of the security recording.

Finally releasing the plug and letting it settle back against your skin, he picks up his phone once more. Then he drops the wand to crack the paddle against your skin three more times. You cry out in agony, but as soon as he presses the tip of the wand against your center, you begin to convulse against its head.

“There she is.”

“R-ryo, it’s too much.”

“If you want me to stop, just say so.”

“P-p-please.”

“Please what?” he taunts “You want me to stop?”

“No…more…”

The triumphant growl as he manhandles you onto your back, causing you to lay on top of your hands while his body hovers over yours, kissing you with ferocity. He loves the way you always cave to him. Your body surrenders time and again and it grabs him by the balls. You own him; you just don’t know it yet. Soon though, you’ll be fully aware of how in control of the situation you are. Sukuna would do anything for you. Anything.

Reluctantly, he replaces his lips with the whip handle between your teeth. You lie beneath him, dress pulled above your tits, strappy bodysuit disheveled, like a real-life sex doll for him to play with. He pulls the last trick from the case and grabs a handheld spike wheel. Slowly, he rolls the item between the straps of your lingerie, right up to the seams covering your areolas. You flinch, once more protesting against the sting. This time, though, your core finds his knee and begins to grind against it, seeking relief while the spindles of his toy poke minuscule holes into your skin. Your nipples stiffen, straining against the shiny fabric. He rubs his thumb over the spot, eliciting a gasp while his other hand rolls the device down your abdomen. A small cry slips as he moves towards your most sensitive area, but before he reaches it, he drops to his elbows, pulls the fabric aside once again to lap up the taste of his torture. 

You squirm atop your bound hands, your heels digging into the floor, while Sukuna grabs your legs, pulling you down on his face while you writhe on the floor of the elevator. His tongue jets in and out of your slit, pulsing with arousal, wet and sticky. When he pulls back to marvel at you, a string of your secretions sticks to his chin, making him smile. 

“One more time baby. Give me one more.”

He dives back in, his tongue working against your clit while his fingers sink between your folds, their thick girth stretching you out as much as that dildo he gave you. He scissors you open, making room for his hand while you scream, the whip still between your teeth. You feel you might pee on him. You’re so scared cause his mouth is wrapped around your clit, and you feel a rushing sensation followed by an ungraceful release. You wail out a cry as your entire body trembles in his grasp. You spit out the handle, spewing apologies.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Sukuna returns to his knees and pulls off your blindfold, while whipping his mouth with his forearm. 

“Sorry for what baby?”

“I peed on you!”

Booming laughter bounces off the reflective walls. “That wasn’t pee, baby, you squirted.”

“I did what?!”

“You squirted.”

“I thought I orgasmed so hard I peed!”

“Not quite. Wanna taste yourself?”

“No!”

He sits back on his haunches and laughs again. 

“I take it no one’s ever gotten you to do that before.”

“Definately not.”

“You like it?”

“I feel like I’m gonna fall into a coma.”

“Good. Now lets clean up so we can eat. Suddenly I’m starved.”

“Agreed.”

“Also I’m turning one of these photos into a giant poster and hanging it above my bed.”

“Ha. ha. Very funny.”

“I’m not joking, babe. You’re the sexiest thing alive and I wanna fall asleep to your face every night.”

You scowl at him while he unlocks the cuffs. 

“That cute face is only making my point.”

You roll your eyes before crawling over to the food back and grabbing a fistful of napkins to wipe off between your legs. After packing his stuff away, Sukuna reengages the elevator and allows it to reach its final destination. 

When the doors open, you find an office. This one is fancy. Every desk is solid mahogany, and the walls between the offices are made of glass. It’s gorgeous. However, Sukuna grasps your hand and guides you to the back of the space, all the way to a stairwell. Confusion coats your features till he looks up. He pulls you up the final flight of steps and opens a big black door after swiping his card one more time. 

Warm night air whips in around you as he pushes past the door and you step out onto the roof. The buzz of evening traffic fills the background while Sukuna strides over to a picnic area near the edge. “Did you set this up?” you ask, curious when he had time to plan such a thing. 

Your eyes look over at the small fire pit, the circle of lounge chairs and the string lights overhead. It was gorgeous and cozy. 

“Wish I could take credit but this is my mom’s doing. She made this secret break area for my dad.”

You sit down on one of the chairs and begin pouring the Pauillac into a cup. “What do you mean?”

“This is my dad’s office. He owns the whole building.”

You freeze, nearly dropping the bottle. “What?”

“Yeah, I knew it’d be empty and we’d have privacy if I brought you back here.”

“We were just recorded on CCTV, doing unspeakable things in your dad’s building!"

“And I intend to get a copy of those unspeakable things before I delete the footage.”

“Oh my gods! Ryo! I’m so embarrassed, what if he sees! He’s going to hate me.”

“He’s not going to see and when he meets you, he’s going to love you.”

“You think about that stuff?”

“I’ve thought about a lot this week, C. I’m serious about you. I want the kind of relationship with you where I can bring you home to my family. Will you please do me the honor of being my girlfriend?”

Wordlessly you nod at him before silently filling the other cup with wine and handing it to him. “Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend, Ryomen Sukuna. You may not know my name, but I will date you.”

The two of you clink your cups together. There's a small silence then he speaks, “I know your name by the way.”

“Doubt it.”

“I do!”

“Prove it! What’s my name?”

“Babe.”

You roll your eyes, a smile playing your lips as Sukuna grabs the to-go containers and hands you yours. “You’re lucky you’re handsome.”

“You’re lucky I claimed you.”

“Is that so?”

“Geto wouldn’t have eaten your pussy like I do.”

You blush. “Do you have to be so crass?”

“You have a problem with the way I eat your pussy?”

“Ryomen! Shhh! The whole city is going to hear you up here!”

Sukuna turns to face the closest edge of the skyscraper, “Hey everyone! My girlfriend just squirted on my face!”

“Ryo!!!”

From the street, you both heard a faint, “Way to go bro!” to which you smacked Sukuna’s arm. 

He laughs and kisses your temple before you both dig into the most heaven-sent food you’ve ever tasted in your life, suddenly realizing how insane your new normal is about to become.

Masterlist I Chapter 9 I Chapter 11

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[detectivestucks2]

Mean, Rich, & Mine Pt. 9

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Frat Boy Sukuna x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, BDSM themes, oral female receiving

Summary: Now that he's made his decision, Sukuna finds himself wholly committed. Date night with Sukuna floors you in every sense of the term, from the clothes, to the food, to the 'dessert,' he's thought of everything and once again, you find yourself in the most compromising of positions. What he has planned next makes you nervous.

Art Credit: @innaillus

Word Count: 4.7 k

Chapter 8 I Chapter 10

“So you gonna seal the deal with that poor chick tonight?” Toji asks casually, sprawled out in one of the leather couches tossing a football above his head with a flick of his wrist. 

“Oh yes, how is our charity?" Geto piles on, sitting down on a nearby recliner. 

“Don’t talk about her like that.” Sukuna grumbles while straightening his tie. “You’re just mad because your money doesn’t mean a thing. She’s out of your league.”

“The conga line of women in my bed would beg to differ… literally.”

“Those low self-esteem daddy issues bimbos? I repeat, C is out of your league.”

Toji shouts with triumph, “Oh shit! He’s just schooled you, G!”

“Shut the fuck up, Toji. At least I wasn’t desperate enough to ambush her at the grocery store.”

“I didn’t ambush her, I was getting breakfast.”

“Right”

“So where you taking Charity tonight?”

“Sapranos.”

“Damn! You sure? That’s the kind of place you take a girl to propose.”

“I need to convince her that I’m not joking around. She’s mine.”

“You’re serious?”

“I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life. I’m not fucking around this time.”

“Dude, I never thought I’d see this side of you.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“I didn’t either.” Sukuna admits. “I thought I’d just choose the least objectionable girl who would be a good mother to carry on my family name. I never thought I’d meet someone like her.”

“That’s deep bro.”

“He’s gonna go deeper tonight!”

“Ayo!”

Geto and Toji high five as Sukuna strides away, one side of his mouth tugged up in a smile. “Don’t wait up boys, I have a future wife to impress.”

The rap of knuckles on your door makes you jump. With your hair half done, you scurry over to the front door and peer through the peep hole. A dashing Sukuna stands on the other side with a gift bag, two boxes, and a bouquet of flowers. Pulse fluttering, you answer the door in your robe. 

“Ryomen!”

“Hey baby.”

Face on fire, you invite him in. He hands you the bouquet and kisses your cheek. His sudden chivalry is reeling your mind. It’s so different from the Sukuna you know. After giving your mind a few seconds to buffer, you walk over to your kitchen cabinets to grab a vase.

“What brings you here at 6:30? I thought we were meeting at 7:00.”

“I came to bring you your outfit.”

He places a white gift bag with black edges on the table along with a medium sized gift wrapped box that’s suspiciously the size of shoes. He then lays a small gift box to the side but doesn’t push it towards you with the rest of the items. 

“Go ahead, open them”

Your eyes cast up at him before you reach for the bag. You pull out the white tissue paper and see a gorgeous, silky deep red dress. You pull it up by the straps, admiring its glossy appearance. “Ryo, this is beautiful. You got this for me?”

He doesn’t respond, he just kisses your temple. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you catch something black in the bottom of the bag. “Is there more?” 

That signature smile is back on his face, and suddenly, shyness clings to you. Your hand dips back into the bag to grasp around something that feels like a strappy net. When you pull it out, it takes a minute to make sense of the item, but once you do, you realize it is a very revealing PU body suit. The shiny black straps reflect the light of your overhead kitchen pendant. “You want me to wear this?”

“Very much,” he muses, voice like honey. Eyes the size of saucers, you stare at him in disbelief, amazed that he could possibly be this into you. “Now open the box.”

You acquiesce, fingers tearing the paper around the shoe box to reveal a Louis Vuitton logo embossed on the lid. You gasp, knowing these shoes are likely worth more than your rent. As you flip the lid, you see black pumps with mesh fabric sides and the classic Louis Vuitton pattern beaded all over them. 

“Ryomen, this is too much! These shoes are $1800! I can’t accept this!”

“You can and you will. This is our first date. I want it to be perfect.”

Your mouth hangs open, dying to protest, but how can you turn down his generosity? 

“I- I- What did I do to earn this from you?”

“You’re mine. You don’t have to earn anything from me. I give you things because I want to.”

Your chest feels like it’s stuffed with helium. Lightly, your hand reaches for his arm, your fingers brushing his bicep in a gentle caress. “I don’t know what to say besides thank you.”

His hand reaches behind your head and pulls you into a delicate kiss. Lips soft on yours, you suddenly start to realize how far behind schedule you are. You pull away, already missing his warmth.

“My-um- my hair isn’t finished.”

“That’s okay, I don’t mind watching. Especially if the conditions are right.”

“Wait, what? What ‘conditions’ is that?”

“Trust me.” you fall right back into your usual roles, the sweetness of the moment now washed away.

“Last time you said those words I was tied to a chair and forced to ride a dildo shaped like your dick for three hours.”

“And I recall you loving the experience.” You cross your arms over your chest, embarrassed by the truth of his words. “Get naked for me and wear this.” Sukuna holds up the last box. It’s wrapped the same way as your shoes, but in a much smaller package. You take it from him, nervous about what’s inside. The tear of paper is the only sound breaking the silence when you unbox a black silicone toy. Your lips part in disbelief as you examine the item. It’s a plug with not one but two bulbs and a red gem at the end.

“You’re crazy! I’m not wearing that while I get ready.”

In three strides, Sukuna closes the gap between you and kisses you with a burning passion that was missing from the last brush. His teeth bite into your lower lip and pull back while his hands explore your ass and rub between your thighs. You moan into his mouth when he pulls back. “Get naked now, or I’ll promise to fuck you in public during our date.”

“You’d really let our first time be in public.”

“I absolutely would.” he gruffs into your ear before biting it. 

Slowly you discard your robe and step out of the underwear beneath it. 

“Open your mouth, Princess.”

You stand barren before him as he feeds you the toy, slicking it with your spit before he spins you to bend you over the kitchen counter. You’ve never done this before. Never had someone or something go there. So when Sukuna starts applying pressure against your puckered rear, you focus on relaxing. However, the greedy fingers not inserting the toy find your front and begin to play with that sensitive little nerve bundle at the apex of your sex. Immediately, you tense.

“Relax, baby.”

“Easier said than done when you-” you hiss in pleasure, “when you do that.” A small moan of pleasure slips out before refocusing. 

You feel your hole give way as he pushes harder, his other hand sliding back and excitedly gripping the flesh of your hip. He watches your hole stretch as one blub skinks in, then the other, till your rear puckers around the stem just below the ruby gem.

He growls as his hands run circles around your ass cheeks. “You have no idea how hot you are right now, baby. I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you.”

“Ryo, I need to finish getting ready, remember? You said we have reservations.”

He struggles to convince his hands to let go before you straighten up with a gasp, feeling the long reach of the toy lodged inside of you. Quickly, you compose your face and head back towards the bathroom, reaching for your styling tools and continuing to work on your hair, switching up your style on account of the dress he just gave you. 

There was a second bridal style you saw when you were looking into hairstyles for last week’s party. Since the dress he picked out for you screams up-do, you decided to try it. It’s a bit higher than last Saturday’s style, this one sitting on the crown of your head rather than at the neck’s nape. You pull the hair up and pin curls strategically around the bun’s base, fluffing it up before styling some loose pieces around your ears. The process only takes you 12 minutes before you move to jewelry. Some simple gold pieces emphasize the delicacy of your features, and you add a gold wire headband to your hair to accent the volume around the bun. Considering yourself finished and ready for clothes, you walk to your bedroom, naked except for your bejeweled rear and head for the bed where Sukuna brought your dress and lingerie and where he, himself, is lying.

“You’re a vision.”

“You’re just saying that cause I’m naked.”

“I mean it.”

Your eyes drop to your quilt, suddenly unable to hold his gaze, and grab your sexy bodysuit. After fastening a few clasps, you look at yourself in the floor-length mirror. The PU fabric stretches over your breasts, highlighting the small nubs at their center. There’s a narrow strip that covers your core, and the rest of the item is made of straps designed to highlight your chest, waist, and the top curve of your ass. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel like a smoke show right now. Your appearance is magnified tenfold and you can feel the heat of Sukuna’s gaze in your back as you stare at your own reflection. 

“Is this what you were hoping for?” you ask, eyes transfixed on your own reflection.

“With that ruby sticking out between your cheeks, absolutely.”

You turn back towards the bed and don the dress, allowing the fabric to flow over your skin. Facing the mirror once more, you straighten the seams so they run along your sides and adjust the folds of the cowl neckline. Four straps that outline the top of your chest poke out of your dress in a seductive but tasteful way. Every part of you believes Sukuna will end up taking you in public, threat or not. If he has to stare at you in this outfit all night, he’s not going to make it through dinner. You admit, you’ve never felt prettier and he’s definitely dressed you up to be his own kryptonite.

Your one arm wrapped around your waist, the other tracing your lips, you’re lost in thought, then Sukuna comes up behind you. “You are going to be the most beautiful woman in the entire restaurant tonight.”

You can’t disagree. The only things missing are a final coat of mascara, a red overlined lip, a black clutch and your Gala pumps. You complete your look in that order and turn to face Ryomen, your fingers carding through his soft pink hair. “Ready with 4 minutes to spare.”

You give him a winning smile but all he does is stare back at you like you're the 8th wonder of this world. Finishing a few minutes of gawking, he catches himself and comes to. With a clearing of his throat, he gives you his elbow. “This way, my lady.” 

After a soft giggle you take it and let him lead you to your apartment door where you lock it with your key and continue down the stairwell to his pink Maserati. 

The rumble of the engine vibrates the seats as he zips through town over to the front of a very beautiful high-end restaurant. There’s two rectangular outdoor fire pits on each side of the entrance and the doors are two stories tall. The chrome sign above the entrance is easily six feet tall and in a handwritten font that screams elegance. Your eyes are alight as Sukuna pulls up to the valet and tosses them his keys before striding around to the passenger side to open your door. 

His large hand encases yours while he helps you up out of the car, your eyes locking onto his carmine ones, looking for balance in this overwhelming place. 

“This looks expensive.” you state, feeling worried. 

“Just a little, but less than your shoes.”

His remark makes you tip toe between the car and the front door, not wanting to mess up the most expensive item you own.

“Relax baby, it was a joke.”

“It’s not funny if I’m not laughing.”

Sukuna can’t help the burst of laughter that slips out at your adorable outrage. His hand slides around your waist as he reaches for the door, pulling it open to let you through. Your heels click up to the maitre d’ where Sukuna joins you to announce the reservation. Once more his fingers find purchase on the curve of your waist, their grip closing on your dress. 

Something about the possessive grab brings more flutters to your chest. As your eyes continue to flit about the two story restaurant, noticing the gigantic chandelier dangling just beyond the balcony of the second floor, you also notice several stares drinking you in. You try to nod politely but you can’t help feeling nervous under their gaze even though your date is 1,000 times more intimidating. It’s just that you’ve never been noticed by so many people all at once. Usually you are ignored by everyone except your professors but ever since joining Sukuna’s side, you’re always the center of everyone’s focus. Maybe it’s the clothes he puts you in or maybe it’s his own outstanding appearance, either way, you need to learn to accept how eyes now follow your every movement.

Once you’ve reached your table, Sukuna pulls out your chair and lets you sit first before seating himself. The man who brought you here leaves you with menus and assures you your server will be with you shortly. 

As you open the menu you realize names of much of the menu’s food are things you’ve never heard of before. The entire menu is in french and while you know some conversational words, you’ve never studied the language, nor had french cuisine. At least not the fancy kind.

“Umm, Ryo?”

“Yes baby?” Your heart pounds as you realize he hasn’t called you 'Charity' this entire evening. He probably still doesn't know your name, but at least he's dropped the poor jokes. Though in this moment you feel decidedly low-income.

With a soft voice, you whisper, “I don’t know what a lot of this is.”

“Tell me what you like to eat and I’ll recommend something.”

“You can just choose for me.”

His eyebrow quirks up. “You want me to order for you?”

“Why not? Just make sure it’s not a salad. I want protein.”

He smiles and reaches over the table to pinch the underside of your chin, his canines coming out, “Do you really think I’d drag you here just to underfeed you?”

You’re about to smile when the waitress arrives. You pull back stiffly, feeling the pressure of the plug tucked inside your rear as you shift weight. Sukuna, however, sits back more slowly, grabbing his napkin and draping it over his lap eloquently. 

“Good evening, welcome to Sopranos. My name is Mary, can I start with getting anything for you to drink?”

“Pauillac, 2000, the bottle please.”

The waitress’s eyes widen and then shift over to you, a brief look of jealousy flashes her features before she asks you if you have any questions about the menu. 

“We’re just fine.” Sukuna chimes in, his hand reaching for yours. 

You didn’t expect to feel so overwhelmed by a simple dinner at a fancy restaurant, yet here you are feeling spun around and backwards just trying to order some food. The waitress looks back over and soaks in Sukuna’s broad shoulders, pink hair, chiseled face, and ruby eyes. Her breaths become heavy as she reacts to his raw sexuality. He’s impossible to resist. You know this better than most, given the months of flirting he’s thrown your way. However, you want to cut her off, clear your throat, and get her to stop staring at your date, yet part of you can’t blame her. Fortunately, Sukuna smiles coolly, “I’m feeling a bit parched, would you mind getting us that Pauillac?”

“Huh? Oh, yes, sir. One moment.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. “I don’t know if I could get used to this.”

“Used to what, baby?”

“All of this. The influence, the wealthy lifestyle, women devouring you with their eyes… It’s a lot. Enough to make a girl feel insecure.”

Sukuna traces your thumb, “and I need to get used to men devouring you with their’s. You see that man at the table to the right?” Your eyes glance in the direction of which he speaks; sure enough, there’s a man with salt and pepper hair, seems early fifties but extremely dashing, staring at you without shame. “Or the three men we wandered past as we entered?” You nod, recalling them. “By bringing you into this world, I’m competing against CFO’s, CEO’s, and other business owners. Men far more impressive than me. At any moment they may take one look at you and try to whisk you away from me.”

“No. I wouldn’t do that.” you defend. “I don’t want other men.”

“Good. Cause I’m not going to give you up, Princess. I don’t care what that billionaire is plotting in his head, he’s not getting you.”

“One of them’s a billionaire?!”

Sukuna covers your hand with his, “That’s how valuable you are.”

“You give me too much credit.”

“In that dress, I don’t give you enough.”

The blush comes in fierce at his words. He stares at you in awe when suddenly Sukuna’s face falls. Anger steels his features and he abruptly leaves the table. “Ryo? What’s wrong?”

Your eyes follow as he marches over to a booth containing some people you recognize to be your classmates. There’s a sound of laughter followed by shushing as Sukuna approaches. 

“Dude, why’re you taking out the poor chick?”

“What’d you say?”

“I’m just saying, you don’t need to scrape the bottom of the barrel. There’s plenty of other suitable women at Calvary.”

“So the woman who turned the head of LabTech’s CFO on her way to our table is bottom of the barrel?”

“She what?!”

One of the girls at the table almost spits out her drink all over her mini dress before pointing at you, “That turned who’s head?”

A vicious growl accompanies Sukuna’s next words. “Point at my girl again, and I’ll make sure you no longer have fingers to point with. Got it?”

Eyes as wide as the rim of her wine glass, the girl straightens up and tucks her hands under the table. 

“My girlfriend is the finest woman in this room and the smartest person in this entire building. I don’t care if she doesn’t come from money. I give her three years before she out earns all four of you.”

“You can’t be serious, dude.”

“Oh I’m serious. If I catch you saying another disrespectful word about her, I’ll make sure you regret it. That’s a promise.” His eyes nearly glow with anger as they stare down at your four classmates. His enormous stature is all the more menacing as he looms over them, his rage blocking the light from overhead. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sukuna.” one of the girls says. “Yeah, dude, no problem. I wasn’t being serious or anything.”

“Shut it.” He snaps before returning to your table. He quickly recomposes his features as he walks back over to you. At first you look concerned but then Sukuna grabs his chair and moves it to sit next to you. 

“Oh? Is this allowed?” you jest, surprised by Sukuna’s sudden desire to sit so close to you.

“I’ll make up my own rules as I see fit. I need to make sure these rich assholes can’t see your face without seeing mine along with it.” His possessive and slightly jealous banter brings a smile to your lips. 

“Am I crazy for liking this side of you?”

“Yes.”

You nearly snort from his blunt response but the waitress approaches your table with the wine, mild surprise gracing her features as she notices the seating change. She places the glasses to your right and begins to pour. Once each glass is filled she sets the bottle on the table and asks if you’re ready to order. 

Sukuna takes charge before you can so much as part your lips, rattling off the names of some dishes you don’t recognize. Then, once the waitress leaves, he turns back to you. 

“So I’m crazy for enjoying your possessive side?”

“You are.”

“And why is that?”

“Cause this side of me has few morals. I don’t want to scare you.”

“You don’t scare me, Ryo. I feel safe around you.”

“Oh really? Then how’s that pretty asshole of your’s doing?”

You swallow, very aware of every movement that alters the sensation of the plug nested between your cheeks.

“I take it you’re rather enjoying my gift.”

“It’s… different.”

“I bet by next week you’ll be asking for it again.”

“Ryo!”

He grabs your neck and pulls you into him, his lips hot against your ear. “If I had it my way, it wouldn’t be that plug sitting inside your hole, it’d be me. I’d have you sit on my dick this entire dinner, stretching you wide as you sit pretty like a doll for everyone else while you’re actually clenching around me like the little slut you are behind closed doors.” 

A breathy moan slips out as his grip on your neck tightens. Is tonight the night? Will you finally feel him between your legs? He gently kisses your cheek before releasing your neck and sitting back in his chair. 

“Like I said, baby, you bring out a part of me with few morals. I will do whatever it takes to keep you at my side. Even if it means fucking you dumb on my cock.”

A small taste of drool slips from your mouth before you dab it away with your napkin. You know how stunning you look tonight and you see his reaction to it. The dark lust brewing in his eyes is churning your gut. The beauty of your dress magnifies your libido. All you want to do is throw back this glass of wine and drag him to the bathroom. However, the lady inside you doesn't want to seem eager. That and the fact that initiating sex means he’s officially won this semester long game of cat and mouse. Your pride simply won’t allow you to be that delusional.  

Sukuna’s hand reaches for your thigh under the table while you pretend not to cave to temptation, reaching for the glass and bringing it to your lips. The waitress returns with a tray of food and rests the plates down in front of you, adding a dash of showmanship to the movement as if you were paying attention. 

Your entire focus right now is centered on the giant hand gliding up your skirt and playing with the straps of your bodysuit.

“Ryo, we should be eating.” you whisper urgently.

“My appetite has suddenly changed.”

Nerves flutter in your chest as you squeeze around your little plug. What stunt is he about to pull in this restaurant full of influential people? Tingles of excitement run down your arms. Then his grip closes around your leg as he turns to the waitress, “I need to go boxes for this, also pack two crème brûlée’s to go, and bring me the damn check. We need to leave.”

“Sure thing, sir.”

He nods politely at her before narrowing his attention on you. Hand once more snatching your throat, he pulls you in again. “I’m sorry, baby, I wanna treat you right and I’m ruining it, but the things I want to do to you are taking over my impulses.” Sukuna gently kisses your lips and starts to pull away, but he hesitates. Almost as if fighting off some inner demon, his throat bobs with indecision, then he’s lunging into you, stealing your mouth with his and pulling your tongue into his cavern, sucking on the muscle and holding it hostage. His sudden attack has you attempting to lean away, but his fingers tighten around your column as he feels the shift in your weight. He continues to devour your face till the rustle of takeout boxes being filled with your plate's contents fills your ears. 

Ryomen releases you and sits back in his seat, eyes devouring you as you stare blankly back at him, shocked by the PDA. Once you’ve regained your wits, you turn back towards the waitress who eyes you nervously. A crimson flush heats your ears while Sukuna drums his fingers on your skirt.

“Where are we going Ryo?”

“It’s a surprise, baby.”

“Can I get you anything else before you go?” The waitress interjects. 

“Yes, some cups for the Pauillac.”

“Actually sir, you can’t take alcohol to go.”

“This was a $2,000 bottle of wine. It comes with me.”

“Of course sir.” she mimes zipping her lips and locking them before tucking a key into her pocket.

“Thank you. Now about those cups…”

“I’ll be right back.”

“Atta girl.”

As she scurries away, you round on him. "$2000 for a bottle of wine?! Are you insane?! Why do you insist on spending so much money on me, Ryo? This bottle is worth more than my rent!”

“I offered to pay your rent.”

“We’ve been over this.”

“I know, but I need you to take your assumptions about money and recalibrate them.”

“I can’t understand it. This could go towards your future.”

“It is.”

“What?” Surely he didn’t just imply what you think he did.

“I’m ensuring my future with you.” You stare at him, stunned into silence. “Baby, I want this to be very clear: I do not intend to do this for another woman ever again. I want you. No other girl will ever compare to you. Not her mind, her kindness, her drive, nor her body. You are a once-in-a-century sort of woman. I know what I’ve found. Now I’m securing it.”

The waitress returns with two clear plastic cups and tucks them in the takeout bag. Sukuna then brandishes his black credit card between his pointer and middle fingers like he’s flaunting a business card. She takes it and heads over to the register to pay the bill before returning. 

“Thank you for the excellent service.” he praises as she hands him the final check with his card. He grabs $200 from his wallet and discreetly passes it to her with a handshake and a wink. “For the wine.”

“You’ve got it. Please, come again and thank you for dining at Sopranos."

“Will do, thank you.” 

The waitress walks away, eyeing you with a tinge of jealousy but mostly respect. You smile nervously and turn back to Sukuna who’s calculating the tip, adding a real one to the cash he gave her. You smile, happy that he’s kind to wait staff. He might be an ass, but at least he knows how to treat those who handle his food. 

Standing up, he offers his hand to help you out of your seat before grabbing the bag of take out. “Grab the wine and follow me.”

You wrap your fingers around the bottle’s neck before lifting it off the table. Then you grasp Sukuna’s outstretched hand. Wondering where he’s going to take you next, you stride excitedly next to him, ready for whatever he has in store, even as the cherry colored gem brushes between your cheeks. 

The valet pulls around with the Maserati and Sukuna opens the door for you to get in. Just as your backside slides into the seat he speaks, “Let’s find somewhere a little more private. Okay, Princess?”

You swallow, anticipation mingling with the wine in your stomach.

Masterlist I Chapter 8 I Chapter 10

A/N: My boyfriend is drawing fanart of Charity's outfit in this chapter and I'm so excited! I asked for a couple of variations with different skin tones and hair colors to bring her to life.

Tagslist:

@skzcanmakemecream @choc0ch1n0 @emoedgylord @lililovely78 @dolli333

[detectivestucks2]

Mean, Rich, & Mine Pt. 8

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Frat Boy Sukuna x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, oral female receiving

Summary: The drive home forces you to confront Sukuna's recent actions. You've been thinking about them a lot, especially when he makes a proposition.

Art Credit: @innaillus

Word Count: 3.1 k

Chapter 7 I Chapter 9

The drive to your place is quiet. You drum your fingers against your thigh, mind swimming with thought. Your insides tug at each other mulling over recent events. He’s stood up for you, apologized to you, claimed and pleasured you. So many things about his recent behavior point towards a genuine change.

But why would Sukuna find you special? The man with infinite options, hyperfixated on a scholarship girl. The doubt in your mind won’t quiet. He doesn’t care about others. He likes a good time and a good game. Your resistance to him has probably created his most intriguing challenge yet. That’s why he seems to care so much, right? But then why choose the word wife? Why knock out four men to protect you? And why do his kisses feel so… divine? 

Sukuna’s hand finds its way to your upper thigh, resting its weight and gripping your skin. He means it when he says he’s claimed you, it’s just so hard to envision him settling down. Yet here you are, in his car, being touched with care. 

He shifts the gear into park and rounds to the other side to open your door. Like a proper gentleman, he escorts you to your front door and guards you as you dig for your keys. 

“I want more.” He blurts out into the silence. 

You pause, your hand still in your backpack. “What do you mean more? You were literally eating me out minutes ago. We kiss all the time and I’d say most of our encounters are rather graphic these days. What more could there possibly be?”

“Date me.”

“You want us to date? Like be exclusive? Together?”

“It seems my claim is meaningless if we’re not dating. It was brought up by my brothers several times this week.”

Your chest deflates. “That’s not a good enough reason to date someone.”

“Tell me, what’s a good enough reason?”

“I don’t know, wanting commitment, a future. Having genuine feelings for the person. Take your pick.”

He looks down, considering his words. You finally find your key and slot it into the lock, frustration mounting with his silence. Earlier he had said ‘future wife.’ Why is it suddenly so hard for him to express how he feels? And why does it bother you so much? You hear the familiar click of your deadbolt turning but when you push the door sticks. You begin hip checking it as you continue. “You know, the fact that you have to think so hard about this is exactly why we shouldn’t date.”

With a sigh, Sukuna rests his palm against the door and pushes it open, a grim look on his face. “Would you please let me upgrade your housing?”

“No” you scold defiantly pushing past him. 

“I don’t like that you live here. “

“And I don’t like that you can’t express your feelings.”

“When did I say that I have feelings?”

“Exactly my point! You didn’t. I assume you do, though, considering the jealousy, the protectiveness, tonight’s surprise, and the fact that you called me your future wife earlier. But because you won’t admit to it, even when trying to ask me to date you… it shows why I shouldn’t. I don’t want to hand my life over to someone who can’t recognize basic emotions.”

“I can recognize basic human emotions.” His eyes narrow at you. 

“Then explain to me why you want to date me and why I should say yes.”

There’s fight in his red eyes. He’s feeling defensive and rebellious but he also wants to win. He wants you to surrender and be his. He wants you to stop fighting his claim.

He marches up to you, to which you back away. He paces you all the way to your kitchen. “Why’re you running C?”

“Cause you’re trying to mow me over.” 

Your rear hits the counter’s edge, causing your body to jolt. No quicker has your flesh met the particle board top than Sukuna’s hand has trapped your jaw in its grasp. “We should date because I am obsessed with you, Char. I think about you constantly. I worry about you constantly. I yearn for you constantly. Never in my life have I been so possessed by need for someone. You have toppled my world, C. I want you, and I know you want me. Being together is inevitable. Just admit it.”

Your breath comes in shallow gasps, your lungs unable to function properly with him so close to you. He changes his grip on your face, opting to lift your chin with his knuckle while his thumb brushes your lower lip. He looks at you transfixed before closing in on your mouth, his lips taking yours yet again. 

Every time you go through this, his kiss fogs your mind with insatiable lust. He just spent hours torturing you this evening and still, he requires more of you. Lips on his, you try to imagine what this would look like if it were real. You picture it to look a lot like it does now. “Please, Char, I need more,” he pleads against your cheek.

You softly moan, spurring his hands to grab behind your thighs and lift you onto the countertop where he settles between your legs, continuing to rub his pelvis against your center through those soaked panties that you desperately need to change. Your fingers dig into his shirt, pulling him closer. You want him, you really do. He turns reality on its head; it becomes something you don’t recognize. This man, who grew up worlds apart from you, wants to drag you into his version of this life, one full of wealth, status, and power. It’s hard to wrap your mind around, but since when can you wrap your mind around anything while he poisons your cognition with his kisses?

Small pants come from your mouth as the desire for him takes root in your gut. You feel your organs squeeze with want, your hands fisting his shirt and pinning him to your front while his arms cage you in. 

He groans before he pulls away, a string of spit thinning before it breaks apart and falls between you. “I need an answer, C.”

You pause, looking at the tattoos that run under the collar of Sukuna’s v-neck shirt. With a thick swallow, you muster the courage to admit your response, “okay.” 

“Okay?”

“One date. I’ll go on one date with you, and after that I’ll see how I feel.”

“It’ll be more than one date.”

You shake your head before leaning it against his broad chest. He holds you, resting his cheek on your hair in a rare moment of quiet existing between you. 

The shop bell rings as Sukuna’s massive body passes over the threshold. Two anxious saleswomen perk up ready to earn their commission as he pulls off his sunglasses and places them in the breast pocket of his shirt.

“Good afternoon, sir, how can we assist you?”

“Afternoon, ladies. I’m looking for assistance with some items for a date.” It’s Thursday, and Sukuna made the drive over to the shop that outfitted you the week prior as soon as his classes were finished. His excitement for your date is hard to suppress; his mind constantly wanders to planning, and it won’t quit till all the details are in place. 

“Oh? Well we have a new collection of suits that just came in last week. Would you like us to take some measurements?”

“Actually I am looking to purchase something for her. I believe you should already have her measurements on file.”

“I see. What’s the name?”

“Ch-”

“Wait! Extremely tall, muscular, and tatted. What do you think, Mae?”

“Oh you’re right Sherry! Yes, we have her measurements on file. What can we get for you?”

Sukuna smirks as he digs into his pocket and pulls out his phone. He opens the web browser and points to his screen. I was thinking something like this.”

“My oh my, you sure you don’t want a wedding dress to go with that lingerie?” Mae says with a wink to Sherry. 

“Not yet, but soon.” he smiles.

The two girls look at the image of the strappy bodysuit knowing exactly how he’s going to convince you. “Maybe instead of a wedding dress you’d like to purchase a different dress that allows this purchase to poke out in a classy way.”

Sukuna’s intimidating gaze locks with Mae, a calculated grin growing on his face. “What’d you got?”

Her face rockets from intimidation to joy. After a quick clap of her hands, she strides over to a section with business attire and cocktail dresses. She starts leafing through a series of satin gowns, thumbing through various colors, blush pink, baby blue, maroon, and black. She pauses on the black but then grabs the maroon off the rack instead. “This one will go nicely with her skin tone and will blend with the black bodysuit.”

“You have good taste.”

“They wouldn’t have hired me if I didn’t.”

Sukuna admires the dress. The sheen of the satin is so glossy it almost looks like liquid metal. The neckline is a wide cowl that dips low enough to show off the straps around the bosom of the bodysuit, and the fit is narrow around the waist but flares out at the hips, with a hem that ends mid-thigh. This will be perfect for toying with you. He can see it now. “Add it to my tab.”

“Yes, sir.” Sherry says as she heads over to the store computer. 

“Do you have a pair of Louis Vuitton’s in this color?”

“We don’t but we have the Gala Pump in black. That will accent with the black of the lingerie.”

“Add those too.”

“You got it.”

“If this is what you’re spending on her outfit, I’m afraid to know how much you’re spending on the date.”

“A lot.” Sukuna says with a straight face, his mind running through his plans. “She won’t be able to deny me after tomorrow. She will be mine.”

“Hear that Sherry? She won’t be able to deny him.” Mae whispers. 

“I bet she’s still insisting they’re lab partners.” Sherry whispers back.

“She is.” Sukuna chimes in. 

Both ladies' backs straighten, feeling embarrassed that he overheard their quiet remarks. “Why do you think that is?”

“She thinks it’s part of an elaborate joke. At least that’s what I assume.”

“Why would she think that?”

“Cause I’ve done some stupid stunts in the past.”

“Pulling pigtails is biting you in the butt, hmm?”

With one sharp look from Sukuna, Sherry shuts her mouth.

“Well I hope this date convinces her.” Mae says kindly. “We’re rooting for you two. Have been since she stepped into our shop last week.”

 The resolute look on his features says it all. He will not accept any other outcome. Tomorrow night, you will become his girlfriend. He’s certain you’ll bend. Especially after the way he’s touched you this week. You’re like putty, always doing what he says like a good girl. During lab tomorrow morning, he’ll behave, only so his tactics in the evening will be more effective. Then, by the time Monday lab rolls around, you’ll be his.  

Mae hands Sukuna the three boxes containing his purchases and wishes him luck. He thanks them both before he places the boxes on the passenger seat and drives off to the frat house. 

“Morning, Princess,” Sukuna says as he sits down on the stool next to you. Instantly, you feel a flush burn your cheeks as the semiweekly lab partner torture begins. Every Monday and Friday, it’s the same song and dance; however, this time you’ve agreed to go to dinner with him. You’ve caved and, against your better judgement, you’re going out with Ryomen Sukuna.

If you’re being honest, you’re more scared than you are excited. You want to believe him. You want to think he’s changed and he’s serious about ‘his claim.’ He’s convincing enough. Especially when you think back to how he saved you at work or how he knocked out his own frat brother. But the pit in your stomach tells you it’s another stripper situation. He’s going to have you dressed up and then leave you on some street corner to make you look like a hooker. 

“Good morning, Sukuna.” you say, intentionally using the wrong part of his name.

“Ryomen.” he corrects

“So I have to call you by your preferred name but you won’t call me by mine?”

“Yes.”

You huff in disbelief. The arrogance of this man. “Fine, Ryomen. Tell me, how should I dress for our date tonight?”

“Don’t worry, baby, I have it taken care of.”

“Taken care of?” he nods and your stomach sinks further, “How much did you spend?”

“Don’t worry about it. Just know that you’ll love what I picked out.”

“You mean you’ll love it.”

“Well I did pay for it. Of course I was gonna get you what I wanted you to wear.”

“You can’t keep spending money on me like this. It hasn’t even been a week since your last-”

“Donation?”

“Sukuna, please!”

“Ryomen.”

“If you want me to call you Ryomen, then stop acting like Sukuna and start acting like Ryo.”

He hums at his nickname, loving the sound from your lips. “Fine, how exactly do you want me to act?”

“Stop making jokes about me being poor. It makes me feel like this date is a set up and it makes me not want to go.”

Sukuna’s pulse pauses. Backing out is not an option. “You are going on this date, Princess. You agreed to it.”

His growl sends shivers down your spine, arms pebbling with fear. “I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to, Sukuna.”

You say it quietly, eyes downcast but the statement still stings. He grabs your wrist. “Look at me.” Your focus remains on the lab table. “Look at me dammit.” Reluctantly you meet his gaze, eyes glassy. “This isn’t a joke, Char. You’re mine. I’ve never been more sure of anything. Let me prove it to you.”

You study his face. He features genuine; you can’t detect the lie. It doesn’t completely erase the worry but eases it enough that you’re willing to go. “Okay.” is all you whisper back.

His hand releases you but begins to wander to your shoulders and back, rubbing circles as he goes. The gentle touch helps nudge you back into your comfort zone, and soon you find yourself leaning into him while the TA speaks. His arm finds purchase around your waist while he leans his cheek against his propped-up fist. You look and feel like a real couple as you sit there. Is this what he’s looking for? These little moments where you fit together like two puzzle pieces? Or is this a phase? Hopefully, you’ll know more after tonight because these twisting thoughts have exhausted you.

During today’s synthesis, you find your hands brushing against each other, like always, but this time there’s more electricity there. There are small pauses where you look at each other as if it’s for the first time. Even when cleaning up, something about it feels domestic. This is not the same lab partner you’ve had this semester. This is a new man. 

After the bell rings, Sukuna sweeps you to the stairwell. “Ryo, why are we headed here? Please don’t let it be another remote control vibrator.”

His giant hands grab your waist and push you against the wall. “I need another taste.”

“What?”

You ask but no explanation comes. He can’t help himself with you. He was trying so hard not to play any games but feeling your warm body against his drove him mad all class. He needs you on his tongue. Aggressively he sucks and bites your lips, pulling back till the flesh slips from between his teeth. “Stand on the stairs and face away from me.” 

“Ryo-”

“Now.” The protest dies on your tongue and you comply. “Pull down your pants.”

“Ryo!”

“I don’t have a lot of time till my next class, please Char, just do it.”

Hesitantly you undo the button of your wide-legged jeans before dropping them to your thighs, nervous that someone will see. Before you have a chance to stand back up, Sukuna’s kneels behind you. His hand yanks your underwear to the side while his face buries itself between your legs, pushing you down so that you’re catching yourself with your hands on the stairs.

Satisfied groans fill the stairwell, his happy noises echoing like a sexual foghorn that’s sure to get you caught. Despite yourself, your gasps of pleasure join the melody, only increasing the risk of someone coming to investigate. But how can you resist with the way his greedy mouth feasts on you? He has your hips pushing back into his face, begging for more. When his tongue dives into your hole you lose your breath and when the pink muscle makes its way to your rear a high pitched moan sings the chorus of your filthy anthem. 

After a few frenzied minutes, you finally gasp out that you both need to get to class. His massive hands, which have been gripping your thighs, tighten their hold before releasing you. Left dizzy, you collapse to your hands and knees as he wipes his mouth with his forearm. It takes a few steadying breaths before you can resume standing and pull your bottoms up before some unknowing witness makes their way to the stairs. 

You don’t even finish fastening your jeans when Sukuna pulls you into another kiss. His searing passion spills into the connection. This one, however, tastes like the sweet tang of your arousal that was just sucked out of your folds. His tongue playfully slips into your mouth where his flavor mingles with yours before he pulls back again, leaving you winded.

“Thank you, baby. I needed that.”

“Mhm” is all you have capacity to respond with as you blink back at him dumbly.

“I’ll see you at your place. 7:00pm”

“Sure.”

He spanks your ass, groping it before kissing your cheek and guiding you down the steps towards the first floor. When you’re downstairs, he kisses your cheek again before heading towards the psychology building, leaving you to walk towards the math building in a daze. Tonight you’re going on a date with Sukuna. Ryomen Sukuna is taking you on a date. A date, tonight, with Ryomen… and he purchased your outfit. It must be fancy if he thinks you don’t have the right clothes for it. Or he wants you in something extremely slutty... You’ll have a say if you don’t want to wear the clothes he brings, right? Knowing Sukuna, probably not.

Masterlist I Chapter 7 I Chapter 9

@emoedgylord

[detectivestucks2]

Mean, Rich, & Mine Pt. 7

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Frat Boy Sukuna x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, harassment, toy usage, nipple play, oral female receiving

Summary: You're supposed to meet up with Sukuna to finally write your midterm lab paper when he chooses to surprise you with his most devious plan yet.

Art Credit: @innaillus

Word Count: 4.3k

Chapter 6 I Chapter 8

Your phone buzzes in your pocket while you sit at the front desk of the business office. You're squeezing in some reading while fulfilling your work-study hours when you slide out your cell and see Sukuna's name on the screen.

C

What?

U coming over later?

After work study, yes

Good. I have a surprise for you. 😏

A surprise? 

Yes

Ryo, I’m not writing the paper in exchange for sex. We’ve been over this. 

No, it’s not that. But dress cute. Preferably something I bought you.

Why?

I like seeing you in pretty clothes. They match ur personality. 😉

That’s actually very sweet of you to say. 

I can be nice sometimes. 

Emphasis on ‘sometimes’

🙄

I’ll text you when I’m OMW 

K, see u later 

K

You set your phone down on the wood of the front desk. Sukuna, thee Sukuna, is planning a surprise for you. Either he’s about to do some kind of awful prank and all this tension between you was just an elaborate joke, or he’s going to gift you his dick. There’s no in between. 

Part of your spirit drops. You’ve enjoyed this version of Ryomen. Even if it’s fake, it’s been nice to feel like he’s into you. He even makes it seem like he’s fallen for you. Chills roll down your arms and chest, puckering your peaks with the memory of yesterday. 

The way he makes demands of your body. The way he gets jealous and makes ludicrous declarations of you belonging to him, how long will he keep it up? So much of you wants his shenanigans to be real, but you suffocate that thought before it takes hold. You will not fall for Sukuna. Not a chance. Even if the foreplay is mind-blowing, succumbing to him must be avoided at all costs. Still, after you check out at the business office front desk, you trek back home to go change into an outfit purchased by your ‘weekend sugar daddy’ as he once put it. 

Expensive loafers with a thigh length skater skirt are matched with a shear sleeveless button up. Underneath you wear a black lace set , feeling slutty and looking like you belong in a bad porno. “Welp, at least this time I won’t blame the boys for thinking I strip.”

You pull your hair up into a high pony and pull out a few framing pieces at the front, perfecting the art of seemingly effortless beauty. 

After a quick search of your apartment, you grab your lab notebook, chemistry textbook, and your laptop, stuff them in your pretty designer bag and walk all the way back to frat row to Sukuna’s house. 

OMW  

Bout damn time

You required a dress code, I had to go back and change. 

Just walk quick and txt me when you’re here

Will do

You slip your phone in your pack’s side pocket, wondering why Ryomen is so anxious to see you. The curiosity does put a pep in your step, so you arrive at the giant, white mansion more quickly than usual. 

I’m outside

You quickly text him as you walk up to the kitchen entrance and open the door like you belong. 

“Hey! It’s Charity!” Toji and Geto greet from the kitchen island. 

“Hi guys.” Your cheeks heat, feeling uncomfortable. 

“My oh my! It’s my favorite poor girl. How are you Charity?"

“Hi Mahito, I’m fine.”

The entire exchange is uncomfortable; you cast your eyes down trying to walk away, but Mahito decides to stride up to you. You take several steps back, attempting to get out of his way, however, he continues his advance, backing you into one of the kitchen walls. Your eyes grow to saucers as you stare at him, frightened by his proximity.

“Can I help you?”

His thin fingers reach for the strands of your hair, “Yes, dear. You definitely can.” You squeeze your thighs together, suddenly very aware that you’re in a skirt.

“Mahito, I need to get to Suku-”

“Ah, ah, ah, shh, we don’t need to bring him up right now,” he says as he places his pointer to your lips, his opposite hand finds the wall and cages you in. A chill wrecks your body from the small touch. Thankfully, the other brothers start calling out to him, beginning with Geto,

“C’mon Mahito, she’s off limits. You know you can't be doing this.”

“Yeah, bro. If she’s gonna choose anyone it’d be me.” Toji chimes, to which he winks as you shoot him a glare past the blue tresses that hang over Mahito’s shoulder.

“Shut up. The off limits rule is bullshit. They’re not even dating.”

“Say that again?”

The kitchen grows dark. When you look for the source of the shadow, you catch Sukuna towering above you. His terrifying red eyes flood your body with relief even when they should probably make you pee yourself, especially when he looks this pissed off. Determined, Mahito’s hands slide to your biceps, where they grip you hard, trying to steal you from Sukuna’s claim. 

You wince in discomfort, the sound setting off a reflex in Sukuna. He fists Mahito’s indigo locks and smashes his face into the wall by your head. Crimson blood instantly spurts out of his broken nose and runs down the front of his shirt. Ryomen pulls back, bending Mahito’s neck so that he’s looking up at Sukuna, who growls at him, “When you wake up, you have 6 hours to move out.”

“When I-” Thump 

Sukuna whacks the back of Mahito’s head, knocking him unconscious. His body dangles limp, only supported by the hair caught in Sukuna’s grip. He lets go, allowing the body to crumple on the floor. One final look of disgust is paid to the heap of human garbage before Ryomen’s eyes return to yours.

His hands lightly trace your face, “You okay, baby?”

You quickly blink, trying to remember how to breathe. Eventually you grasp the situation enough to nod ‘yes’.

“We’re calling each other baby now, hmm?”

“Fuck off, Geto.” Sukuna calls over his shoulder, never taking his gaze from your features cradled in his hands. 

“Just seems a little familiar for someone who’s ‘not your girlfriend.’”

Ignoring him, Ryomen grabs your backpack and slings it over his shoulder before finding your hand. He slips his fingers between yours and guides you upstairs to his room, his protective presence warming every part of your body. Something feels right about your hands folded together. Repeatedly, you look down at the union, worried about the feelings blooming in your chest. He’s not boyfriend material; he’s just a jerk who saves you from his jerk friends. But you know it’s a lie. You try to make yourself believe it, but when he pulls you into his room and locks the door behind him, his worried expression rips the fib from your thoughts.

“Did he hurt you?”

“No, just scared me a little.”

Sukuna bends down, making his face eye-level with yours, searching your expression, “You aren’t lying to me, are you?”

“No, though the threat of you murdering others makes it a real possibility in the future.”

The half smile that cracks his worried features softens the mood. His hand slips to the back of your head and pulls you into his lips. He steals your pink flesh with a vicious bite, yet a slight vulnerability still lingers amidst the possessive nature of the kiss. He once more commands your mouth, claiming you like a prize as his fingers tighten in your hair, needy moans lingering on his tongue.

By the time he releases you, your eyes have glazed over and your lips are swollen. A slightly vacant expression stares back at him, as you try to decide how to feel. Your throat eventually bobs before you finally speak.

“So, drama aside, are you ready to write?”

“Not yet, I still have your surprise.”

“If you offer me your dick in exchange for writing our pa-”

“Hold that thought.”

Your eyes narrow at him when his signature mischievous grin splits his mug and reveals his teeth.

From the corner of his room he pulls a wooden chair up to his desk and spins it so the back is facing the desk. Then he grabs a parcel from his bedside and hands it to you.

“A gift?”

“Open it.” he says with a smirk. 

You take custody of the box and begin unwrapping the paper gently. As you peel away the giftwrap you see that the box is a custom ‘clone a willy’ dildo with a giant suction up at its base. You glare up at Sukuna half amused. 

“I know you still don’t believe in my claim over you, but at least this way, you’re prepared for your fate.” You release an exasperated laugh at his antics. 

“You are an extremely self assured man, aren’t you?”

Ryomen’s head tilts to the side as he licks his teeth, considering you before smiling. “I am. Now,” Sukuna opens the packaging and slides out your phallic gift. He walks over to the wooden chair and with a heavy hand, he slams the suction cup against the grain allowing the rubber penile mold to lightly bounce back and forth as it settles onto its new home. 

“Sit”

“Sukuna, no.”

“Sit. Down.”

You laugh in disbelief, your arms folded over your chest. “Ryomen, I’m here to write our paper with you. I can’t concentrate if I'm sitting on…that.”

Sukuna spits on the tip of the silicone clone allowing his saliva to dribble down the shaft. Your eyes zone in on its path while you worry your lip, noticing how thick and veiny the item is. Its shape is long with a J hook arching up, the kind that strokes the right places. You wonder how accurately the item replicates Sukuna since you’ve never actually seen what he looks like under his boxer briefs. 

Noticing your musings, Sukuna strides over to you, closing the gap with an outstretched hand that cups your cheek. Your eyes flutter wide as you stare up at him. Then he leans down, licking your lips before pressing into them. He pulls you into his chest, one hand against your back, the other sinking into your scalp. You moan into his mouth, your core clenching from anticipation. You rub up against him when he slides his hands between you and undoes the buttons on the front of your shirt, leaving it open to expose your bra before his hands run up your sides and down your arms. 

He pulls you forward towards the desk, guiding you over to the chair. His fingers trail under your skirt and pull your panties to the side. You widen your legs, lips breaking contact as you step to each side of the chair. Slowly he pushes you down, the tip of the toy nestling against the center of your labia. He continues to press till the head breaks through your seam and enters your slit, stuffing you more than you anticipated. 

Soon the entire shaft is inserted into your core as your ass meets the wood. You clench and instinctively rock your hips while he resumes kissing your neck and chin. When he breaks away, you go to stand up but his large hand on your shoulder stops you. “No.” 

You eye him with confusion and watch as he walks over to his nightstand to pull out several wads of rope before returning to you. A thick swallow unconsciously follows while you focus on the contents of his hands, the black rope rolled up into neat little bundles, waiting for a victim to ensnare. 

“Do you trust me?” He asks as he stands behind you. In the tiniest of nods you admit you do. Gently, he grabs your wrists and brings them behind your back, overlapping them and knotting them together. Then he pulls the cords up along your spine to wrap them around your neck three times before running the line down your sternum and splitting the chord between your breasts. He continues looping the fibers around your arms and chest, each knot and tie tightening the bindings and accentuating your mounds leaving you exposed and at his mercy. Then, once he’s done constructing your fiber harness, he takes another bundle of rope and begins to tie your ankles to the legs of the chair. Your lips part, a protest upon them, but sensing your objection he looks up at you. “Trust me.” you close your mouth, allowing him to continue restraining you. First he wraps the cord around your ankle and chair then he begins to thread the rope around the stacked ties, separating your flesh from the wooden peg and nearly cutting off your circulation. 

Sukuna stands up, looking at you bound in shibari and straddling the chair, sitting on a clone of his cock. His pants feel tight as he gazes at the sexiest sight he’s ever seen and he’s had multiple angles threesomes. “One last thing.”

“How can there be more?!” you say, feeling your arousal spilling out all over the chair as you shamefully clench around the silicone peg wedged inside of you. Sukuna comes back with one last gift that he claims he was saving for later. A sliver chain with three strings and three clamps. 

“Ryomen, I don’t know about all this.”

“Tonight, I’m in charge. I am the writer and you are the observer.”

“And the puppet.”

“And my puppet. Now relax, and enjoy.”

“But we’re supposed to be writing a paper!” you protest as he pulls each mound out from your brazier and stretches the skin around your areola before closing the weight of the clamp around your peak. You hiss from the slight pain but he only smiles, knowing exactly what this is doing to you. The chain is threaded through the decorative design of the chair’s wooden back before it’s passed through and the second clamp is placed on your other peak. 

Both your nubs feel tender but the abuse is making the slick gush from your center. Then Sukuna grabs the third and final clamp and runs it south. You suddenly realize where he intends to place it and you squirm. “Don’t worry, puppet, you’ll like this.” One pair of fingers open your labia to expose your engorged nerve bundle while the other pair open and close the clamp's jaws, trapping the pleasure nub inside its pinch. 

You gasp and moan feeling the pain and increased sensitivity. Every shift of your torso is felt due to the tug of the chain threaded through the chair back and every tilt of your hips feels more extreme with the weight of the clamp sitting at the apex of your sex. Then, with one finger looped through the chain that connects all three jaws together, Sukuna gives a little tug.

“Fuck!” you gasp 

“She’s sensitive. Good.” 

That toying smile is wide on his face and you realize it was a mistake playing nice while he put you in this position. If anyone walked in, you’d be humiliated, yet here Sukuna stands, admiring you like you’re a work of art. “Now that you’re prepped and ready, it’s time to write our paper.”

“Like this?!”

“Yes.”

“Sukuna, I can’t use my hands!”

“I can always stand behind you. I’m sure you can reach what you need to from that angle.” You glare at him, not ready to reward him with a hand job after this stunt. “Relax, Charity. I’m writing that paper, remember? You talk, I write. We’ll do the entire thing together like we should’ve done from the beginning.”

That’s when it starts to dawn on you, this twisted little sex game is actually his version of some kind of apology. Making sure you’re pleased while he writes. In his own devious way he’s trying to make up for his earlier fuck up by giving you sex while he writes the paper. “Now let’s start with the outline.”

Sukuna pulls up his computer chair next to yours at his desk and opens his laptop. The two of you walk through each section of the paper, contrasting the outcomes of your various experiments on the synthesis of typical over the counter drugs like aspirin and acetaminophen. Every so often a moan slips out as you adjust your position on top of Sukuna’s clone. Sometimes his hand mindlessly wanders over to play with the silver chain connected to your clamps, and sometimes he stops what he’s doing to stand behind you and kiss your neck.  

“You have no idea how beautiful you look like this.” he whispers into  your ear. “I want to take a photo and turn it into the wallpaper of my bedroom.” your eyes close at the dirty thought. “Ride that dick for me baby. I wanna see just how sloppy your hole is after sitting on it all this time.”

Your eyes cast down as you acquiesce. You begin to tilt your hips forward tugging on the clamp squeezing your clit. You cry out in pleasure, constricting around the dildo while also raising up off the chair ever so slightly. Sukuna kneels on the floor behind you, lifting your skirt, watching the seat of your chair, mesmerized by the way your lips stretch around the thick girth of the dildo. He imagines it’s him. A deep growl releasing itself from his chest as his cock aches with want. His palm finds his pants, soothing the appendage while he watches you slowly glide up and down on your chair-bound toy.

“Fuck it.” he says, grabbing his phone. He starts recording you from behind, holding up your skirt for the camera. “Moan for me baby. I wanna hear just how good it feels.” Your head tilts back as you whine from the way the dildo pushes into you, reaching deeper than any man ever has. 

Then Sukuna comes around the front, his left hand tugging on your chain while the right one records. Your eyes pinch together, from the abuse, your hips moving faster on the silicone splitting you open. “That’s a good girl.” he whispers in your ear, putting his phone away before you notice it. He puts his hands upon your shoulders signaling you can stop. “Let’s get back to writing.” Your breathing slows as you come down from your high, trying to settle in even when your hands go numb behind your back.

You continue this way for another two hours, your juices running all over the inside and backs of your thighs and between your ass cheeks with each adjustment of your position. The lace underwear you wore are drenched and stretched out, and your nipples are purple while each pull of the chain sends bolts of pleasure to your clit. 

By the time you’re ready to revise the assignment Sukuna stands up to leave. You fear he’s going to leave his room with you tied like this when you realize he’s going back to his nightstand to grab one final item. 

“I was going to save this for another time, but now's as good a time as any.” he pulls out a new mini vibrating wand and walks back to his seat. He presses the button, triggering a buzzing sound and presses the head against your pinched clit. You choke on your own gasp while Sukuna turns back to his laptop and silently reads the paper to himself. Every so often he pulls the vibe away to rewrite a section or fix a punctuation, but each time he picks up the wand, he holds it to a different area. 

Switching between your trapped peaks and your swollen nub, the game is driving you wild. You twitch and grind in your restraints, dirty thoughts and intense orgasms rocking you in the chair. By the time Sukuna closes his laptop you’ve had at least five spells of convulsions from his vibrating wand, leaving your brain bloodless and stupid. 

You gasp for air under the tight rope around your neck and shrink away from his touch from pure fatigue, when his hands start to grow greedy.

“My baby looks satisfied. Did I take good care of her?” You wordlessly bob your head, a distant part of your brain annoyed that he titled you ‘his baby’ again. “Good, I hope I wasn’t too mean.” You shake your head no. “Does Charity want to be released?” 

You nod your answer with a tinge of regret because part of you is still aching for more. The demons in your head want to open your mouth and wait for him to fuck his length into your face. You want to taste his cock and choke on it while it’s shoved down your windpipe. Then after, you want to know what it feels like to have his actual dick between your legs, not this silicone version. The filthiest thoughts rush to your head, filling you with fantasies, but mostly, you’re just tired from your orgasms and just want some rest. 

“Okay baby, I’ll help you.” he coos.

He takes the bite off your clit and rubs slow soothing circles around the area, to which you moan  loudly. Then he removes the clamps off each nipple in a painful release. You cry out, so to ease the sting he takes each nub into his mouth and sucks on it, licking away the tenderness. Your head falls back in relief, happy to have bloodflow restored. You rock on top of the dildo again, more arousal dripping out of you.

Then Sukuna releases your ankles and lifts you up off the dildo. He doesn’t undo your harness yet, however. Instead he guides you to the bed and has you sit on its edge. “I’m trying so hard to resist you right now, baby, but I need just a quick taste. Just a small one and then I’ll let you go. I promise.”

You’re weak from the evening’s torture; your mind is completely numb as you watch him kneel before you. Thick hands divide your legs before he buries his face between your thighs and begins flattening his tongue along your sex, pointing the muscle and dipping it inside your folds. You fall backwards on the bed, bucking your hips up into his face. It feels like heaven, the way he is slurping your fluids and eating your core. Even when he sucks your clit between his teeth, you can’t help the wall-penetrating moan that escapes. Sukuna continues to push your skater skirt and thong to the side. The fabric of both items are completely soaked from tonight's activity, but he stretches them just to maintain his access to the thing he desires most. 

He sounds ravenous. Groans and grunts fill the room while your quiet gasps and cries blend into a melody. His fierce teeth and tongue play with you till you gush into his anxious mouth, cumming directly on his face as your legs box in his head. Your arched back bows in delight while you ride the high.

Gently, Sukuna centers your underwear and rolls you onto your belly to undo the ties binding your arms, chest, and neck. You continue to tremble from your most recent orgasm while his fingers work through the bindings. Once you’re free and have regained some of your strength, you tuck yourself back into your bra and fasten the buttons of your shirt. 

“Thank you.” you say, to break the silence. 

You’re not even sure what you’re thanking him for. Rescuing you earlier, pleasuring you all night, writing the paper, or finally releasing you. All you really know is that you’re weirdly at peace. “Can I have a ride home? I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk that whole way after, you know….”

He smirks, that smug expression showing how proud he is of a job well done. “Of course.”

Silently he carts your ‘gifts’ off to the bathroom to be cleaned. When he returns he deposits the dildo into your bag. “I’ll keep the rest here for another time, but this” he holds up your bag, “I want you to use every time you think of me.” 

Canines flashing once more, you look back at him flustered, feeling a little more arousal drip into your very soggy underwear. “I won’t make any promises.”

He leans down to your ear, “You don’t have to. I can already see from your face that you will.”

He’s definitely not your lab partner anymore. There’s no denying it at this point. You can’t just let a guy tie you up and pretend you’re only friends. 

The two of you leave Ryomen’s room, trying to discreetly walk through the house and to the cars parked outside. However, your plans are foiled by the hoard of men sitting on the leather couches downstairs. The entire group of them applaud and whistle, turning your face beet red. One of them even points to the wet spots on your skirt. “Didn’t even get naked first! I told you Charity’s a freak!” 

Sukuna stops, menacing eyes turning to them. “Say one more word about her and I’ll make you look like Mahito.” His threat is low and cuts off all banter. No one dares to speak. Making sure they’re good and done, Sukuna grabs your hand and angrily tugs you through the kitchen, leaving them all behind while your other hand hides your face in shame. 

“Fucking assholes making fun of my future wife. Actin’ like they know how to satisfy pussy.” he grumbles under his breath, but you don’t miss the words…’future wife.’ That’s what he said.

Sukuna guides you around to the passenger side of a chrome pink Aston Martin, where he opens the door for you and guides you inside. He snaps the door shut, with a little more anger than you were expecting, before walking back towards the driver’s side. You let his earlier statement settle in again. Sukuna isn’t just claiming you or toying with you, he’s thinking about a whole future with you. That’s… scary.

Masterlist I Chapter 6 I Chapter 8

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Mean, Rich, & Mine Pt. 6

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Frat Boy Sukuna x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, nipple play, fingering, public activity, harassment

Summary: A phone call with Sukuna triggers major jealousy and results in a confrontation at work. Later on at lab, he decides to prove yet again how he's claimed you.

Art Credit: @innaillus

Word Count: 3.3k

Part 5 I Part 7

The next day you wake up in a panic. Sheets thrown off your lap, you jump up and call Sukuna. 

“Char, it’s 7:00am, why are you calling?” His groggy voice does nothing to detract from the insanely sexy tenor. 

“We still haven’t written our paper! It’s due next Monday! We were supposed to write it over the weekend but with all our drama-”

“Charity, I need you to calm down.”

“How can I calm down?! I have work all morning, then I have class this afternoon, and then I have to fit in my work-study hours, and we have midterms next week!”

“Baby, we’ll get it done, what do you have going on tonight? Maybe we can sign up for lab hours so we can run the experiments we missed on Friday.”

“I was going to study for physics, but this is more important. Do you know if the lab has open hours today?”

“I’ll check while you’re at work. Okay?”

Your panicked breathing starts to die down. “You’ll text me when you get there?”

“Yes, Baby. I’ve got it handled. Now take a few deep breaths and go get ready for work.”

“Okay, and Ryomen?”

“Yes, Char?”

“Thank you.”

You hear his deep chuckle respond. “Anytime, Charity. By the way, if I’m seeing you later, you already know what to wear.”

Sukuna hears the thick swallow you make before you hang up, a pompous victory swelling in his chest. 

You’re at your job, working for the local supermarket, stocking the canned vegetables, when your phone rings. Hastily, you pull it out and answer the incoming call. “Please tell me you have good news.”

“Calm your tits, C. I got us on the schedule for after your Calculus class.”

“You remembered when I get out of Calculus?"

“I’ve been screwing with your head all semester. Did you really think I didn’t do full recognizance on you when we became lab partners?”

“Right, stupid question. You were a dick who was out to make my life hell.”

“I was a dick, trying to get payback for you rejecting me.”

“So we agree, you’re a dick.”

“Watch it, Princess. We can go back to plan A.”

“I thought you were trying to change, you know, cause you had an epiphany.”

“Just cause I no longer wanna punish you for being poor doesn’t mean I’m above playing games.”

“I think that’s well established after yesterday.”

“Speaking of, what’re you wearing?”

“Uhh, khakis?”

An unholy snort comes out Sukuna’s nose before he fires back, “and what’re you wearing under those khaki’s?”

“The red set you picked out.” Your admission comes out soft as you think about the purposeful slits that expose your nipples to the rough fabric of your work-issued polo and the crotchless lace of the bra’s matching panties. 

“Good girl. Make sure you change into that sundress after work and I’ll give you a reward.”

The rumble of his voice does something to your chest, a small shutter overcoming you. 

“Okay” you nearly pant from sudden arousal.

“See you after class Charity.”

“See you after cla-hey!”

Your phone falls to the floor when the unwelcome hand of Toji Fushiguro grazes your hip. 

“Hey cutie”

“Hi?” It comes out as a question rather than a greeting cause why on earth would a college student be at the grocery store at this hour? “Can I help you?”

His hand remains on your hip, where your eyes fall before you look up at his stature towering over yours. “Yeah, you can point me in the direction of eggs and bacon.”

“Oh, uh, the eggs are by the dairy, and the bacon is near the pork in the meat section.”

He smiles, his presence far too close to yours. “The meat section, eh?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Well if you’re ever looking for some extra meat sweetheart, I know some you can have.”

Your throat goes dry. “I’m good, thank you.” A high, uncomfortable pitch replaces your normal voice. After an attempt to sidestep him, his grip on your hips tightens. “Let go of me, please.”

“You escaped my clutches once, cutie. Let me take you out on a date before you settle down with Sukuna. You know, explore your options first.”

“I don’t need to explore my options. I’m not dating anyone.”

“Adorable. Let me give you one amazing night and then tell me that.”

“Look, I’m not interested, I’m at work, please could you just let me go?”

“Fine, but just know, you could’ve had all this, sweet cheeks.” He grabs your hand and presses it to his abdominals. While a stunt like this might’ve made you melt into a puddle last semester, you’ve grown impervious to such tactics thanks to Sukuna’s constant flirting. 

Your eyes gaze up at him through your lashes, looking bored, “May I get back to my job now?”

Unfazed, he leans in, his face close to yours, ”I'll see you around.”

“Yeah, see you around.” And with those parting words, he finally leaves you alone. 

Soon after he walks away to go retrieve his breakfast items, you bend down to grab your discarded phone. Only, the call with Sukuna is still going. Scrambling to pick up the device, you hold it to your ear, “Sukuna?”

But then the call disconnects; he heard everything. You don’t know why it makes you feel guilty. It just does. Like you did something wrong, but you didn’t. Someone came on to you and you turned him down. So why does your stomach have a weight in it? You shake your head, you’re just imagining things. So you return to sticking the cans onto the shelf and making the labels all face forward. 

Out of the corner of your eye you spot a guy with two hair buns picking up cans you just stacked and returning them to the shelf backwards or lying on their side. It irks you, so you try to politely reach in and fix it. 

“Someone has OCD.”

“Not OCD, just very particular with type A personality tendencies.”

“Same thing.”

“It’s not, but many people don’t know the difference, so it’s a common mistake.” 

He stares at you, glancing up and down your figure, making you feel uncomfortable. 

“Is there anything I can help you with?”

“No, I’m just observing.”

That answer does sit well with you. “Oh, okay” However, you return to your work, stacking more urgently than before. When you're finally done, you push your cart back to the warehouse in the back and grab your next pallet to bring to the storefront.

Stocking the cookie aisle is next on your to-do list. You move around a few of the shelf items to make way for some new products. Busily, you rearrange the price tags when you see that same guy out of the corner of your eye. He has a tall man in suspenders with him, and shortly after, a smaller man in a baggy green t-shirt joins him. The trio of them put you on edge. It feels like they’re trying to plan something, but then they split up and move on. 

You breathe a sigh of relief and continue loading the Tastycakes, however, your reprieve is short-lived. Once you go back for your next assignment in the dairy fridge, the youngest boy in the baggy green shirt stands next to you. You take a step to the side and continue working. Then the other man in suspenders walks up behind you and taps you on the shoulder. You spin around, terrified. 

“My, my, no need to be afraid now.”

“What do you want?”

“Oh nothing much.”

“Please leave me alone.” You say, your skin crawling with unease.

“Don't be afraid, darling, they’re just my baby brothers. Sometimes they get excited around a pretty girl.” The man with the buns is back and closing in on you from the other side, till you’re surrounded and the only way out is through their barricade of bodies. Your lip quivers in fear; this is worse than when you were at Sukuna’s party. “Oh, I think I hear my phone. One sec, gentlemen.” You try to discreetly dial Sukuna, but they take your phone from your hands. “What’re you doing?! Give that back!”

“I think we’ll keep this till we’re done here.”

“D-done here?” You shrink against the shelves of milk, chills racking your body. You open your mouth to scream when suddenly a huge fist collides with the face in front of you, sending the pigtailed man flying into your cart, and launching gallons of milk spilling all over the floor. Sukuna's here. 

"Return the lady’s phone.”

“You prick! You punched our brother!”

Sukuna stands in front of you, acting as your guard. “And I’ll do it again. Now hand over the phone.”

The brothers nod at each other and lunge at your protector. “Wrong move boys.”

In two punches, both men join their oldest brother on the floor, knocked out cold. Bending down and grabbing your phone from a puddle of dairy, Sukuna wipes it off and hands it back to you.

Your arms lunge around him. “Thank you. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you didn’t come.”

His larger-than-life hands pet your hair tenderly.

“Get out now. I’ve already called the police; they’re on their way.” The steady and low growl of your boss comes from over your shoulder. 

“Wait, What? You’re talking about Sukuna?” You ask, arms releasing his waist.

“Your no-good boyfriend is about to get arrested. Assaulting customers?! We need three ambulances! And don’t think your job’s safe after this stunt.”

“But Sukuna saved me! Watch the security footage! Show it to the police! He’s not the one who should be arrested, they are!” you shout indignant, your body stepping in front of Ryomen with your finger pointed at the three unconscious brothers. Sukuna’s heavy hand rest on your shoulder before he leans down to whisper in your ear, “It’s okay C, I’ll meet up with you later. I’ll see you at lab, okay?”

“But- it’s not fair!”

“I’m rich, remember? They're not going to arrest me, I’ll be fine.”

“But it’s the principle of it!”

He just laughs and pushes his hands in his pocket. “Don’t get into anymore trouble today, okay?”

“Ryomen wait!”

“See ya later Charity!”

You blink several times at his retreating figure, noticing his tight buttocks in comparison to his broad shoulders, before you shake your head and look at your boss, pleading with him to go to the security room. 

“Fine! We’ll look at the damned tape.”

“Thank you sir!”

You’ve just finished your calc class and entered the Chemistry building on West Campus. You head to the second floor and walk towards the lab when you’re suddenly shoved against the wall, giant hands perched on your hips. 

“Ryomen!”

“Hiya Char.”

“You scared the shit outta me!”

“Sorry, I got excited when I saw you finally wearing this dress.”

You blush. Your boss gave you the rest of the morning off after he reviewed the security camera footage. Offering to pay you while you took the rest of the day as an apology. You gave your statement to the police and grabbed your stuff from your locker before heading to the campus gym to get ready for the day. You felt exposed in the locker room when you took off your uniform, and had nothing but your skimpy red set to barely hide your bits. Quickly, you dived into the sun dress picked out by Sukuna on Sunday, and you got busy lacing it up. The gown drops just below the knees in a flowy skirt and has a lace-up bodice that cinches your waist like a corset. The bosom is loose-fitting with a drawstring top that ties closed so nothing spills out. All in all, the dress is fit for a tea party or a country club get-together. Combine the dress with the right claw clip and some light makeup, and you feel like a proper lady as you walk around campus. 

“Thanks” is all you can make out before Sukuna’s’ grip closes tighter on your hips and his lips drop to your neck. 

“Fuck, Char, I knew I was gonna like it but I don’t know if we’ll be able to make it through a lab with you looking like this.”

“We have to! Our paper!”

“Yes, yes, I know, but come on.” He rubs his stiff crotch against your hip. A small bit of drool falls out of your mouth when you feel his erection.

“Sukuna.” you scorn as you shake your head back to reality.

“How about this, we work first and afterwards I get a taste.”

“A taste?” you say in disbelief.

“I saved you this morning. Don't I deserve something?" You purse your lips together, annoyed that he’s holding his heroism over your head like a debt. 

Completely ignoring your hesitancy, cause when does Sukuna respect boundaries, he tugs on the bow string of the top of your dress, loosening the fabric so your red bra is exposed. The nubs of your nipples poke through the well placed slits in the bra cup, drawing his attention straight to them. His thumbs brush over the sensitive skin, pebbling your arms and running a shiver down your spine. 

“Sukuna, we’re in the middle of the hallway, anyone could see!”

“Let them.” he replies dryly as he pulls something small out of his pocket. Your eyes search his hands to realize there are two small black hair elastics in his palm. 

“What’re you planning to do with those?”

Without pausing a beat, Sukuna twists one around his pointer finger before rolling it onto your protruding nipple. You cry out from the tightness of the band now cutting off the circulation. Before you have time to recover, the second band is already snug around your other peak, and now your nipples are purpling. 

His rough thumbs brush both engorged buds again and you whine from sensitivity. He smiles but never breaks eye contact with your chest as he stares mesmerised by you. With a look of regret, he finally tucks your chest back inside the bodice of your dress and reties the ribbon, intentionally allowing the back of his hand to sweep over the fabric causing you to twitch.

If the underwear didn’t make you feel aware of your nipples before, you’re extremely conscientious of them now. In fact, it’s extremely hard to think about acetaminophen synthesis when your are this self-aware of your nipples.  

Sukuna catches you spacing out during your experiments. You barely remember the different pharmaceutical compounds through the pinch of your nubs. Occasionally, your elbows push your chest together discreetly to brush the tips of your flesh along the fabric inside your dress. 

“Focus baby, we need to take notes for our paper.”

The way Sukuna’s warm breath meets the shell of your ear feels like fireworks inside your stomach. He’s just your lab partner. He has to stay your lab partner. You know he’s touched you, he’s saved you, he’s kissed you, but it’s a game to him, and right now he’s winning. You can’t let him win.

“Don’t call me baby.”

“I’ll call you whatever I like. You’re mine, remember?”

“I’m your lab partner.”

“You’re more than that and you know it.”

“I don’t. This could all be a continuation of your semester-long games.”

“I wouldn’t get jealous if it were just a game.”

“When did you get jealous?” you whisper in distracted curiosity.

“How do you think I ended up at your job this morning?”

You flash back to the run in with Toji. Sukuna heard the entire thing over the phone… “That’s why you came to the store?”

“If it wasn’t those creepy brothers it was definately going to be Toji's face smashed in. That fuck is trying to get with my girl when she’s off limits.”

“Ryomen, we’re not dating. I’m not your girl.” You feel exhausted having to constantly explain this to him, but instead he spins you around and lifts you up onto the lab table. The height of the desk puts you close to Sukuna’s eye level, where he crowds you, his nose nearly pressed against yours. 

“You wanna say that again?”

“I’m not your girl.”

His hands run up your sides and palm your breasts. You hiss, sucking in air through your teeth. “Not my girl, huh? Last I checked, I bought this little get-up you’re wearing. It was me who asked you to put it on, and I’m the one who,” his fingers pinch your bound nipples between his pointers and thumbs, “trapped these in elastics.” A soft cry escapes you from the sensitivity of your chest. “Yes, sing for me baby.”

“Ryo, we’re just lab partners.” you breathe trying to deny the undeniable. 

“Lie to me again and I’ll slap these pretty tits till they’re red.” His huge hand squeezes around your breast before he pulls you to the edge of the lab table. You slide into his crotch and feel how hard he is for you before he starts grinding against your heat.

Your breathing comes in shallow while his hands trace your curves. One covetous palm glides over your shoulders and up your neck till he’s holding your jaw firm in his grasp. You couldn’t stop it if you wanted to, which you don’t. His lips meet yours in a demanding kiss. His tongue once again pushing into your opening where it dances with your muscle, tangling together in a heated exchange. He reaches between you and undoes your top, pulling your chest out again. The cold air rushes to the purple skin, making you shiver. 

With one hand palming your breasts, the other snakes under your skirt and finds the slit at the center of your underwear. 

“Fuck I love that I bought this for you.” he murmurs before slipping two very thick digits into your core. You gasp against his face, hands clawing into his shoulders. “She likes that, doesn’t she.”

You try to hold in your sounds of pleasure, you refuse to cave to his tactics, but then he adds a third digit and you fall back on the black top, breasts exposed, and ready to be seen by anyone who enters the room. 

Sukuna aggressively fingers between your legs, pulling out globs of slick. You don’t think you’ve ever made this big a mess before but you also don’t think you’ve ever been so close to staring in a porno either. You’re praying there’s no CCTV footage in the classrooms because if there is, you’re totally expelled. 

Hand thrusting between your thighs, he hooks his fingers up towards your special spot and continues to gyrate back and forth, making your head spin. He leans down, and starts sucking on your nipples, his soft tongue lapping against the skin strained inside the evil black elastics. The extra stimulation rockets you over a cliff of bliss, and you begin to shake uncontrollably. Your convulsions on top of the table knock over your experiment and send chemicals spilling everywhere. 

“Kuna,” you pant, “Kuna, we have to stop.”

“No we don’t.” he groans, mouth still full of tit.

“Yes, we do.” you breathe out, trying to sit up. The lab starts tipping on its side as you look around. You find yourself falling sideways from lightheadedness, but Sukuna grabs you just in time. “Thank you, Ryo.”

“You’re welcome, Princess.”

“You really shouldn’t call me, Princess.” you murmer, cheek resting against his shoulder. 

“Says the girl with her tits out and her skirt up.” 

“Oh gods.” you start to pull up your top when Sukuna stops you. “Hey!”

“Hold on.” His fingers pinch around each nub and roll the bands off of them. You screach and pull away from him but he insists on bending down to soothe each nipple with his tongue. “There, now you can put them away.”

With a glare, well as good of a glare as you can give with a post-orgasm face, you tuck everything away and make yourself look like a lady again as you hop off the table. Sukuna quick sneaks in a good spank of your ass before you wipe at your forehead. 

You survey your ruined experiment and look at him distraught. “Aww man, now we have to start all over from the beginning…”

“Worth it.”

“Ryo!” But one flash of that toothy grin and all fight leaves you. “Fine, but try not to distract me this time. We need to take this seriously.”

Masterlist I Part 5 I Part 7

[detectivestucks2]

Mean, Rich, & Mine Pt. 5

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Frat Boy Sukuna x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, finger play, toy play, public activity

Summary: It's the day after Sukuna 'claimed' you, but you're not going down without a fight. It's time to prove he can't control you. Do you live up to the test?

Art Credit: @innaillus

Word Count: 2.6k

Chapter 4 I Chapter 6

Walking through campus feels different today. You style your hair in a high pony with a center part, keeping the classy country club look alive with some simple jewelry and your new school bag. Even while wearing your cheap knockoff dress, you’re starting to blend in with your peers. It’s amazing how many eyes no longer linger on your appearance. There’s an occasional smile from a man or two, but mostly you just feel free.

You didn’t acquiesce to Ryomen’s demands. You wore some of your new things, but you chose a blue pair of Victoria’s Secret underwear with a blue lace bra to go under a different sundress from Shein. This one comes up to your mid-thigh with a flowy skirt and a V-neckline that makes you look ready for summer and, more importantly, is something you got for yourself last year. The weather hasn’t quite turned warm yet, so you pair it with a cropped jacket, your new loafers, and your new designer school bag. You’re quite proud of the look, and for once, you feel like you belong at Calvary.

Stepping into lab, you're shocked to see Sukuna already waiting for you at the lab table, 20 minutes early.  When he sees your face, his smile is smug, but as his eyes lower to your body, that same smile turns stormy. It’s not that you didn’t consider his proposition, but at the end of the day, Sukuna can’t control you. You’re not going to allow him to think he can just make commandments and you have to follow them. You barely reach your stool when he snatches your wrist and drags you from the room and into the stairwell. 

“Hey! What’s your problem?!”

“What’s my problem? I should be asking you that question, C. I made a very specific request.”

“And I didn’t feel like honoring it.”

With shocking speed Sukuna reaches under your dress and grips the cloth of your underwear, yanking them so hard that the fabric tears away.

“Ryomen! What the hell!”

“I was clear with my directions.”

“And I’m making it clear that I don’t have to follow them.”

A strong arm around your waist pulls your back against his front, pinning your arms at your sides under his grasp. With his right hand, he travels under your skirt and toys with your exposed hole. He rubs his finger along your seam while you wiggle and buck against him, trying to escape.

“Ryo! Stop, we’re in public!” you whisper panicked. 

“I don’t tolerate disobedience.”

“You can’t control me!”

One thick finger pushes into your core, burying itself in your snug walls. You’re tight, really tight, not like these other bimbos he’s been screwing with. Unable to help himself he jams in another finger, scissoring you open and listening to the squelch of your juices as your cute little hole drools for him like a good kitty. “Seems like someone’s hungry for more.”

“Ryo” his name leaves your lips in a breathy pant, making Sukuna bury his face in your neck, biting down while you melt into his hand. “We have class. Can’t… can’t…”

His fingers drag in and out of you, smearing your arousal all along your sex and rubbing it into your clit. Then, he withdraws his hand and reaches into his pocket while whispering into your ear.

“I brought a little something just in case you decided to be headstrong, my love. Now open”

From his pocket, he brings a pink bulb up to your lips and presses it into your mouth. Your tongue whirls around the soft silicone, feeling its shape. Once your slobber coats the outside, Sukuna removes it with a pop and he pushes it into your hole, leaving its curved tail to poke out and rest against your clit. 

“What is it?” you ask, already squeezing around the object while your body is still pinned to his.

“Your punishment.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Be a good girl and keep it in for me, okay Princess?”

“Like kegels?”

“You can say that.” His smile brushes your ear. “Plus, without underwear, you’re going to make quite the mess on your seat.” 

Your eyes widen. “No, Sukuna, take this out!”

“Don’t you dare touch it.” his voice rumbles menacingly, “I’m not above handcuffing you and dragging you to class like a convict in front of everyone, including our professor.”

Your mouth falls open at his threat while he uses his free hand to pat his pocket, its contents clanging with the sound of metal. One nod of your head signals your submission, placating him. His arm releases you, and you walk back into the classroom together, pretending nothing happened. 

The two of you take your seats and wait for class to begin, your eyes avoiding his gloating face.

As the TA begins describing the organic structure of various sugars and how you will be synthesizing them today, you come to realize the bulb isn’t so bad. Yeah you notice it’s there and it’s keeping you a little wetter than usual, but that could just be the aftermath of feeling Sukuna’s thick digits playing with your pussy. 

He was so dirty in that stairwell. His sexual energy strong. There’s no denying him at this point; he’s touched you too many times. This situation is on the brink of escalating out of control if you can’t find a way to stop him soon.

At some point in your musings, the TA stops talking, and it's now time to go get the equipment for the day. You volunteer to grab the supplies, standing up when you see the giant wet spot you created on your stool. Your horror-stricken eyes find Sukuna beaming with malice as he whips out his phone to take a picture before you can wipe it away. 

“Sukuna, that’s not funny!” you whisper urgently.

“Don’t you have supplies to get?” he says as he scrolls on his phone, saving the picture. 

Frustrated, you growl and walk towards the back counter, grabbing the various vials and a Bunsen burner. Then, like a bolt of electricity, the most intense sensation hits you. It comes at you strong, and just as quickly, it’s gone. Like a flash of lightning, but its magnitude stole your breath. 

Slowly, you turn your head towards Sukuna, who’s grinning ear to ear. This is not kegels, it’s a fucking remote control vibe that he sunk into your coochie. He mouths the words, ‘need help?’ and you feel that you could kill him. 

As your eyes narrow in anger, a new wave crescendos between your legs, your lips part as a pleading look of pleasure consumes your facial features. You try to step forward, but your knees shake, and you resort to leaning on the counter for support. Your small, shallow breaths leave you dizzy, forcing your eyes shut till the vibration subsides. Once it does, you open your lids to find Sukuna waiving his phone. It’s a fucking app. You’re gonna kill him after this, absolutely kill him.

Straightening your posture, you walk back to the lab table and place everything down in front of him. “You asshole, what if I dropped everything?”

“I knew you wouldn’t”

“This is crossing the line.”

“It’s called a punishment for a reason, C.” His finger slides against his phone screen and another intense wave hits you. However, this time you can hear the vibrations against the metal stool. Thankfully there is enough chatter amongst the various lab pairs that the sound blends in but that’s not a guarantee no one will notice.

“This is so embarrassing.”

“Focus Charity, we need to get a good grade in this class.”

“You need to get a good grade in this class”  you correct. “I’m on the Dean’s list.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, just show me what we’re doing.”

“I can’t concentrate with this thing in me, Ryomen.”

“If you don’t try, I’ll raise the strength.” he whispers in your ear.

“No, I can’t” you whine.

Sukuna slides his finger up on his phone, the buzzing between your legs growing louder till a surprised moan falls from your mouth. Your lips snap shut as your eyes bug from your skull. You can feel the gaze of half the class staring at you when Ryomen finally turns the damn thing off. His low chuckle tickles your eardrum, and it takes the entirety of your willpower not to slap the tattoos off his face. 

“I don’t know how, but I am absolutely going to get you back for this.” you warn under your breath. 

“You’re welcome to try.” he taunts as he ignites the flame of the Bunsen burner. 

The rest of class is a pendulum of torture interrupted by brief bouts of relief. By the time the bell rings, your legs are non-functional jello pillars.

Sukuna stands next to you, his enormous frame shading your small stature. “Come on, it’s time to go.”

“I can’t” you peep.

“Remember what happened last time you said that.”

You shake your head, lashes watering. Sukuna rolls his eyes and grabs your things, stuffing them into your bag for you. He slings the pack over his shoulder and then leans down to help you up. As your legs unfold and attempt to stand on the ground, the puddle of fluids on your stool reveals itself. 

A fierce burning desire flares in Sukuna’s chest when he sees your pretty mess. He felt it the night of the party and now it’s back. This crazed need to have you to himself and not share you with anyone else. He gets a better grip on your waist while you wipe away the evidence of your game and then he drags you out of class and to the men’s bathroom. 

“Sukuna, Sukuna! What are you doing?!” you protest. 

“One moment,” he grunts, hauling you all the way to the back of the water closet.

“If you’re bringing me in here while you take a shit I’m going to stomp on your toe.”

Sukuna drops your bags on the floor and pushes you against the wall. His entire lower body grinds against you while his hands start to passionately grab your face. As your body sinks onto your weak legs, he readjusts you to straddle his knee while his pelvis rolls into your hip. 

“I fuckin need you.” he breathes into your cheek. “I need you so bad right now, Princess. I can’t hold it back.”

You feel how true his words are. His length begins to unveil its exact measure as he presses it against you. You moan into him, succumbing to the power of his desire. The way it washes over you is enchanting. His forehead presses against yours before his fingers trace your jaw and find their way into your hair. He tilts your chin up and crashes his lips into yours. 

Prodigious. Sparks fly in your brain, short-circuiting your thoughts. All you can taste is him, smell is him, see is him. He’s everywhere, his body rhythmically pushing up into you while his lips work fiercely. They’re soft at first, but the demand grows with each desperate movement of his mouth. Soon, his tongue is licking its way into your cavern and down your throat. He’s not asking for permission, he’s marking his territory. His thick forearms, ending with cuffs of black banded tattoos, rest against your shoulders, and his fingers dig into your scalp. Everything you thought you knew about kissing has gone out the window, and all that’s left is your submissive, moaning flesh, pinned to the wall and waiting for his mercy. 

It takes minutes for him to satiate his hunger, but not before he leaves your lips red and swollen. Then he finally pulls back, allowing you both a moment to catch your breath. “You see, Charity? I'm not joking this time. You’re mine. I promise you, you’re mine.”

Your fingers touch your lips as you stare up at him, pupils blown wide. You’re silent, but your face says it all. You understand. No one kisses like that if they don’t mean it, not even frat-king Ryomen Sukuna. You’re in big fuckin trouble if this is the beginning of what you think it is… he’s falling in love and he’s taking you down with him.

After your silent exchange of emotions you drop your hand. “Can you help me take this thing out now?” 

His usual playful smile resurfaces on his face. You’ve come to both dread and love that smile. Still propping you up, he tugs on the stem of the evil vibrator and pulls it out, a dirty squelch following its extraction. Thick drops of slick coat your thighs, and a new string of arousal dangles from your core. “You have no idea how hard it is not to bend you over this fucking sink and take you right now.”

You grow nervous at his words, not ready to go all the way with him yet. You’re trying to break this spell, not fall further into it. But he makes it so damn hard when he holds the toy to your lips and demands that you taste yourself. 

You shake your head, suddenly feeling shy when he raises it to his mouth and sticks out his tongue, running it along the toy's entire surface. His grip on your left side grows tight while his eyes close in bliss. He moans against the bulb before tossing it into the sink and stealing your lips again. 

This time you taste yourself on his tongue and you can admit to your own sweetness. His mouth starts to get carried away again so he rips himself from your lips, startling you. “I need to stop myself now before I’m too far gone. I can’t fuck this up, C. I won’t do that with you.”

You blink at him, lost. Who is this man and what has he done with my bully?

“What do you mean before you’re too far gone?”

Slowly his grip on you loosens as he lets you try to stand on your own two feet again. “When I feel like this, if I start, I won’t be able to stop. And you deserve better than our first time being some bathroom bang.” 

You begin to hold your own weight, the strength in your legs returning. With a nod, you assure him that you’re fine. He studies you, then he turns to the sink to wash his toy. 

Your eyes zone out on him for a moment before you start to explore his reflection. The look of concentration on his face, the way his shaggy pink hair sticks out in all directions, the tattoos that curve over his shoulders and disappear down his chest, tucked away under his shirt. He’s gorgeous. 

Then you study your own image, wondering if you two are even in the same league. You scrutinize your lashes and your eyebrows, the depth of your irises and the pink of your lips. Your features are pleasing enough, and right now they look especially appealing because you’re sexed up and horny. But then you notice a detail at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. 

“Is that a hickey?!!!” Sukuna’s smile is reflected in the mirror. “You gave me a hickey?! When did you do that!” 

“Before class”

“And you let me walk around the lab all morning with it?! No warning or advice to cover it!”

“Why would I want you to cover it? I need people to know you are claimed.”

“This isn’t a game, Ryomen. I don’t want professors to think I’m just some stereotypical college bimbo. I’m a scholarship student. My reputation for taking school seriously is all I have.”

“Not true. And don’t worry, your precious reputation will only improve once I’m done with you.”

“Done with me?” you raise your eyebrows at the man.

“You’ll see, Princess.”

Your eyes roll. “You’re never going to call me by my real name, are you?”

“Maybe once or twice.”

“Oh boy! Two whole times.”

He lays his heavy arm over your shoulders and draws you into him, walking out of the bathroom while laughing at your displeasure. “You really shouldn’t make it so fun to mess with you, C. And next time, wear the fucking clothes I tell you to wear.”

Masterlist I Chapter 4 I Chapter 6

[detectivestucks2]

Mean, Rich, and Mine Pt.4

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Frat Boy Sukuna x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, ignoring boundaries, touching

Summary: You find yourself in a precarious situation when you wake up side by side with Sukuna. A switch has flipped in his mind and now it's all you can do to push him away.

Art Credit: @innaillus

Word Count: 4.2k

Chapter 3 I Chapter 5

You wake the next day with your back flush against your lab partner’s chest. As your cognition slowly filters in, more details of your current sleeping position come into focus. At some point in the night, Sukuna shed his tank top, leaving him shirtless. Now that bare skin is pressed against you and his hand is… his hand is under your shirt, cupping your breast. Oh gods, he’s literally copping a feel in his sleep. Equally as bad, your makeshift nightgown has bunched up around your waist through the course of the evening and now your panty-clad rear is snug against Sukuna’s morning wood. 

You take a broken breath, trying to figure out how to get out of this situation without waking him or risking him seeing, and, …feeling everything. With a careful grip, you tug at his forearm, trying to remove the hand that snaked under your shirt. However, the action causes his fist to close, squeezing your breast and making you squirm against him. Dreamily Sukuna starts grumbling, pulling you even closer to him and grinding his manhood right up the valley between your cheeks. You gasp, the sound helping Sukuna come to. 

“Mmmm, am I dreaming?” His groggy voice mumbles into your ear, the tenor giving you chills.

“Morning perve.”

“Morning, Charity”

“You can let go of my tit now.”

“Five more minutes” he whines while snuggling into your hair. 

“Sukuna!”

“Three more.” You buck back into him in protest. “Mmm, you’re playing a dangerous game here C.” His voice purring once more. “Don’t bump and grind against a man’s morning wood unless you want it inside of you.”

You freeze in his grasp, to which he roars with laughter. Tickled as pink as his hair, he releases his hold on your chest and you jump out of his bed, quickly pulling down the bottom of his shirt to cover yourself. 

Sukuna’s amused eyes scan you hungrily, making you feel flushed all over. Your eyes return his attention, seeing the chiseled abs and the tattoos that trail down his chest and towards his v cut. That bottom lip of yours finds its way back between your teeth before you pop back to reality. 

“Last I checked our deal didn’t include sex, Sukuna. Put those bedroom eyes away before I kick you.”

“What? I can’t admire the underwear I paid for?”

“No. You paid for clothes, not a hooker.”

From the bed Sukuna continues to eye you like a conquest. “I know you want a taste, C. You’ve wanted me from the day we met.”

“And then I got to know you.”

“Come on, climb back in bed and I’ll let you get to know me real good.”

“Horny boys are the worst.” you say, looking skyward. “Can you please spin around while I change?”

“Not on your life.” 

Your mouth falls open while his menacing eyes continue to devour you. After a short lived staring contest you give up, strip off his shirt, and throw it at his face to obscure his view. Quickly you replace it with your dress from last night. The entire time Sukuna’s eyes rake over the leather and lace of your undergarments, a growl rumbling in the back of his throat. You disregard the sound, pretending you don’t notice. 

“Help me with this zipper please.”

“What if I say no?”

You glare at him. “Please Sukuna?”

Reluctantly he gets out of bed and approaches you. He stands close, his hands brushing against your skin slowly and purposefully. He closes the zipper between your shoulder blades and then grabs the one at your waist before you can pull away, his thumb stroking your hip. You attempt to step forward when he stops you. He holds you firm and breathes you in, memorizing the smell of your hair, and loving the way your shampoo and pheromones mix with your perfume from the night before. 

“That perfume, did I get that for you too?”

“Yes.” the word comes out small and breathy, the tension between you choking your air supply.

“I like it. You should wear that more often.”

“I don’t exactly have the funds to go wasting it on everyday use. I’d like to save it for special occasions.”

“I’ll buy you more.”

“Sukuna,” you turn around in his arms, eyes shining up at him, “we’re lab partners, remember? That hasn’t changed.”

A wave of goosebumps ride over Sukuna’s skin as he looks down at you. For him, something has definitely changed. He wants to lie to himself and say it’s because of how hot you look wearing proper clothes but that’s not true. The instinct he felt to protect you, he’s never had that before. He’s not some hero, he never has been, but to be a villain towards others for you feels… natural. Walking away with you under his arm last night somehow seemed right. It’s like the game has changed, the rules are broken, yet the pieces remain the same. 

“You’re right” he concedes, “Let me get dressed so I can walk you home.”

“Thanks.” you whisper, somehow feeling guilty about rejecting him. He’s right, you want him, but then you force yourself to remember he was making out with two girls last night when he left you alone. Why would he do that if he was into you? He doesn’t make any sense. 

You watch as he pulls on a pair of jeans, noticing the same tattoos around his arms also appear around his legs. The markings drive your musings till his pecs flex from the way he pulls on his shirt. Why does he have to look so damn hot? You almost whine from disappointment as the hem of his plain tee hides his abdominals and covers the tattoos leading towards his… 

“Charity.”

“Hmm?” you blink several times.

“Hellooo, earth to lab partner Charity.” 

“What?”

“You were staring, princess.”

“No, I was thinking about my feet. I don’t want to wear my heels, that’s all.”

“Suuure. You know I think I heard somewhere that the normal thing to do is stare at a man’s crotch when thinking about shoes.”

“No, I was- wait, did you call me Princess?”

“Just caught onto that?”

“Just- shut up.”

Sukuna laughs, loving how flustered you are. At least he’s not the only one fighting the attraction. He grabs a pair of his slides and hands them to you. “Here, for your feet.” 

You take them in your hands, a look of embarrassed submission painting your heated features. 

“Cmon, let’s get you home.”

“We still getting breakfast?”

“Of course, I can’t let my charity case go hungry, can I?”

The way your face falls brings another bout of booming laughter from the man. It’s weird to see him laugh so hard, and so many times in one morning.

The two of you head downstairs, your footsteps greeted with cheering. “What the-?” But your words are down out by whoops and whistles. 

“Geezus guys, we didn’t do anything.” Sukuna grumbles as he drapes an arm around your shoulders steering you past the group of rowdy men. 

“Whatever you say Mr. Off Limits” Geto calls

“Fuck off.” Sukuna shouts before he opens the door for you, letting you pass through first before closing it behind him. “Jerks.”

You begin walking down the road past all the houses in Greek life, wondering if these people ever slept in a normal home, even once. 

“What?” Sukuna asks, noticing your brain at work. 

You look up at him, lost in thought. You turn your head back towards the row of mansions, amazed at how different their perception of reality is. 

“What does it mean? Off limits?”

“It means no one in the fraternity is allowed to try and hit on you.”

“Because…”

“Because some one in the frat says so.”

“Give me an example.”

“Like if it’s a girlfriend, or an ex, or a sister. Sometimes it’s just a nice girl who deserves respect.”

“And which am I?”

“The nice girl who deserves respect.”

“As I recall, you’re the one who set those hounds on my trail by inviting me over to strip for you.”

“Look, I’m not here to apologize for the past. I was wrong. We both know that. You’re off limits now, so it won’t be a problem going forward.”

“Someone’s testy.”

Sukuna growls, hating that you call him out.

“What if I wanted to date someone in the fraternity? Like Geto. What then?”

“You want to date Geto?! That fucker who was getting ready to share you with Toji?! Charity, that’s not-”

“Still testy!” you chirp. “And why do you care who I do or don’t want to date?”

“This feels like a trap.” 

“How is this a trap?”

“Ugh, If you want to date someone in the Fraternity, you have to notify the person who said you were off limits before you can officially go on a date.”

“So I’d have to tell you first.”

“Don’t tell me you’re seriously going to believe that job offer shit he tried to pull last night.”

“Why? You jealous?”

Sukuna’s jaw clenches, his muscles working as he chooses his next words carefully. “No, I just think you’re smart and you have more dignity than that.”

“I still think that idea makes you jealous.”

“There’s nothing to be jealous of. Geto’s a prick and you don’t actually want him.”

“But if I play nice close to graduation, maybe I can meet his family and score a job. I’m likeable enough, right?”

Anger flashes across Sukuna’s red eyes, your musings crawling under his skin. “Yes C, you’re definitely likable enough. But you don’t need to sell yourself for a job. If it makes you feel better I’ll introduce you to my family and they’ll get you a job.”

‘You’d do that for me?”

Sukuna looks at you like it’s the most ludicrous question in the world. “Of course I’d do that for you. You’re gonna be the reason I graduate. I’m sure my parents will be very grateful and furthermore you don’t need to sleep with fucking Geto.”

You reach out and grab Sukuna’s hand, giving it a good squeeze to show your appreciation. He stares down at the connection and something light flutters in your chest.

“Now that the Geto issue is settled, can you pick somewhere to stop for breakfast already? I need to get you home.”

“Have you always been this moody?”

“Yes, now pick.”

Your lips stretch into a playful smile and the tiny action set’s Sukuna’s pulse racing. You’re gorgeous, even the morning after, with your hair frizzy and your makeup smudged. He wants to see you smile for him in pretty clothes every day. His mind races to thoughts of keeping you for himself. The anger that bubbles up in him every time he remembers the image of Toji pressing up behind you and Geto’s face close to yours. He doesn’t understand himself anymore. You’re a nobody, but in one night you made a name for yourself and everyone around you saw your worth. Even he can’t stop seeing it, and now he wants to keep you, have you all to himself. How does he make that possible? He made you off-limits at the house, but what about men beyond Greek life? How is he going to stop them from claiming you? Then your musical voice shatters through his thoughts.

“Oh! Let’s try this place!”

“It looks like a dumpster.”

“It looks unique. I wanna try it.”

“Fine, C, whatever you say.”

“Sukuna, do you even know my name?”

“Ryomen. Start calling me Ryomen. Also I don’t need to know your name, you’re mine, that’s all I need to know. It’s all anyone needs to know.”

You stand there stunned, blinking at him in disbelief. Your mouth goes dry before you find the words. “There is so much crazy in that statement it needs to be institutionalized.First of all, yes, you need to know my name and second what happened to ‘nice girl who deserves respect?’ When did I become yours?”

“I just decided it.”

“You just decided it.” you say in disbelief. “And at what point were you going to ask me if I was okay with this?”

“I wasn’t.”

“You-wha- is this some rich people shit?”

“What?”

“You can’t just claim a person.”

“I just did.”

“And if I say no?”

“You won’t.”

“And why do you think that?”

“One, because you let me dress you up. Two because you wore lingerie in my bed. Three, because you have always had a crush on me. That’s how I’ve been able to get under your skin all semester. I catch you staring at my tattoos, my fingers, my hair, and yes” he smiles “my lips. You stare at those quite a lot.” The smugness rolls off his broad shoulders.

“That means nothing.”

“It means nothing that your breath hitches nearly every time I touch you?”

“You give yourself too much credit.”

“I don’t think you give me enough. You’re mine, Charity, I’m not letting anyone else touch you. I don’t care how bloody my knuckles have to get.”

You stand in front of the entrance to the coffee house stunned. It’d be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to you if it wasn’t so crazy. The girls were right afterall…Ryomen Sukuna wants you. 

“Isn’t it just a little suspicious that you see me in a $300 dress and suddenly you want to date me?”

“Don’t forget the $900 heels and the $500 lingerie.”

“That’s what I’m saying. What happens when I go back to my normal clothes?”

“I’ll buy you more.”

“Ryo, I’m serious.”

The pet name seals his fate. Wedding bells chime in his head when he looks at you. His hands find your shoulders, squeezing them as he pulls you near, stooping down so his face is eye level with yours. 

“You won’t win C. I’ve made up my mind and it won’t change.”

You shake your head. “That’s not how it works, Ryomen. Come on, let’s just go get our coffee.”

Holding the door for you again, Sukuna escorts you inside. Both of you get some ridiculously fancy latte’s and a guava con queso strudel cake which is the most delicious bakery treat you’ve ever tasted. 

“This dumpster is pretty good.”

“Told you.”

“So, would this count as our first date?” he asks, smiling over the rim of his cup.

“I hope not. If I’m going on a date with someone in your tax bracket I want the whole package.”

“You’re wearing $1700 of clothes on my dime and I got the coffee.”

“Fair. But you were also making out with two other women last night.”

Sukuna’s hand travels up to your chin, holding it firmly in his hand. “Giving me sass now? Don’t make me carry you home.” His thumb pad brushes your bottom lip and you almost cave but the ache in the balls of your feet tell a different story.

“Actually, my feet are killing me.”

Then his canines come back out. Oh no. The man scoops you up and tosses you over his shoulder.

“Wait! Sukuna! Put me down!” Without batting an eye, he collects the trash from your table and disposes it in the garbage can before walking out. You feel humiliated as you succumb to your new position draped over his giant shoulder. Many people stare at you as you feel Sukuna’s hands rest dangerously high on the back of your leg and on your ass cheek itself.

“Ryomen, I’m in a dress, what if I flash someone.”

“Good thing you have sexy underwear on.”

“Sukuna please? We’re on campus, a professor could see.” “I hope they do. Maybe they’ll raise my grade when they see who my new tutor is.”

“Please put me down. It’s not funny.”

Sukuna closes his eyes, a rumble growing in his chest. “You sound so pretty when you beg.”

You go limp on him, surrendering to your fate. His greedy hands explore your lower body as he walks, making you hot and squirmy. You’re sure the wet spot in your underwear is growing more obvious by the second. 

“Do you have to do that?” you complain when his fingers sink into your upper thigh, playing with your flesh in a possessive way.

“No, but I want to. Now which building is yours?”

“I’m in Fisher Commons, it's just past the north side of campus.”

“Of course you’re in that dump. Well, not for long.”

“Do not try to pay for an apartment for me.”

“Why?”

“I’m not just handing you control of my entire life.” Then one of those thick fingers slips its way between your thighs and strokes along the seam of your sex, toying with you over your underwear. A soft moan escapes you and just as quickly your hands slap over your mouth.

“Someone’s wet. I bet you’d like me to steal a little control. The bossy one’s always do.”

Your hands push against his back, trying to lift yourself up, “I’m not some agenda Ryomen.”

“But you are a conquest.”

You arrive at the front of your building when he puts you down. He lowers you gently only to be surprised at the angry exhaustion on your face. “Sukuna,”

“What?”

You dig in your clutch for your house keys. “What are you hoping for here? A better grade? A girlfriend? A fuck buddy?”

“Do I have to have an end goal in mind?”

“Yes. I don’t want you using me like some pawn.” He scoffs, letting himself into your apartment as you open the door. “Please, come in” you say sarcastically at his back. Sukuna surveys your home before turning around and grabbing your shoulders the way he did outside the coffee shop. His heavy hands rest on them while his thumbs lightly brush small circles over your skin. 

“You sure I can’t get you a better apartment?”

“Sukuna!” you bring your wrists up, pushing his hands off of you, “I’m not some conquest, I’m not some charity case, and I’m not something you can control.” He grunts in disapproval. “Thank you, really, for all of this.” You waive your hand towards your bed, piled high with boxes, walking into your room as you speak. “This is the most generous thing anyone has done for me outside of granting me a scholarship to come here. But I don’t want to feel like you’re using your money to control me and I don’t want you to lead me on for some game or power trip. Why behave like this just to go home and make out with two other girls? I’m not like you, okay? I can’t just bounce between partners like that. I’m an all or nothing girl. I’m sorry.”

“Who said anything about me making out with other girls when I get home?”

Another pointed stare is sent in his direction. “So you’re saying you haven’t ignored three messages from girls this morning?”

“How did you-? When did-?”

“I saw you check your phone. Guys don’t look like that when other men text them.”

“Yeah but I ignored them cause I’m with you. I don’t want those other girls anymore. I like being around you.”

“Is this some phase or a game to you? I’m not interested in being either. Can we please just stick to being lab partners?”

Sukuna assesses you then looks back to the boxes piled on the bed. To be honest he doesn’t want to be lab partners. He wants it all, everything you have to offer, but he’s not ready to admit that to himself much less to you. “Can I at least see what my money bought?”

“You mean your parents' money?”

“No, my money. My parents made an investment portfolio for me in high school when I started working for the company. All of my wages went into the stock market and I party off the interest.”

“I’m terrified to know how much money your family makes if your interest payments can afford a shopping spree like this.” He steps towards you.

“So, as I said, can I please see what I got you?”

You look at him hesitantly before you head to your bed and start unstacking the items, pulling them out and laying them neatly side by side on your comforter.

“No,” he says as he moves behind you, his finger tracing your arm, “I want to see them on you.”

You lose your breath, as your skin pebbles beneath his touch. “You can see them on me when we have class together.”

His hands begin to undo the zippers of your dress, pulling it off your body and exposing your kinky little lingerie set. “I want to see them now.”

“Sukuna…” but your words get lost on your tongue as the feel of his own drags up your neck before he bites down on your jaw line. His hands grip you harshly, fingers sinking into your skin, claiming you like a prize. “Stop.” you whisper, the sound barely audible. 

Sukuna ignores it completely, his teeth biting into your throat while his hand runs down your abdomen and begins rubbing circles over your panties, massaging your clit so skillfully you would’ve thought it was your own hand. You lean back into him, moaning and breathless while his opposite hand removes your bra. With a clouded mind you assist, dropping it onto the bed while your hips grind into Sukuna’s left fingers. 

“I want you.” he murmurs drunkenly into your skin. “I want you unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Tell me how I make you mine and I’ll do it.” 

Your nipples tingle with anticipation, poking into his right palm as his grip squeezes around it. You need to stop this before it goes too far. “No, Suku, we can’t” your words, barely audible, are meaningless to him. 

“Yes, we can.” he groans, his grip getting harsher. “I’ll do anything to have you call me that again.” His fingertips whirling around your nerve bundle grow harsher. You’re so close to the edge. You could topple over at any moment, but this is wrong. You shouldn’t be doing this. Stop him. Stop him now. “Say my name, baby.”

Tingles shoot through your abdomen as the pressure mounts, you’re dangerously close, and the sensitivity of your neck is making it sooo much worse. You're clenching against his palm when the feeling blooms from your core. You begin to shake in his hold, your legs spasming, your throat screaming, “Suku! AH!” You’ve become putty in his hands. Behind you, Sukuna’s heavy breathing brings you back to reality but his hand between your legs moves faster, crippling your efforts to stand. Only his grip on your body holds you up. “No, Sukuna. Ah! Enough! Aaaah!” The orgasm is tearing through your body, choking your pleas

“I’ll stop when you stop moaning.”

“Please Suku, no -ah- no -haa no more.”

“Moan for me one more time.”

You find the strength to pull away from his grasp but your weakened legs fall to the floor in front of him before you turn around and cover your chest. “Sukuna, seriously, enough.” you pant, frustration rising.

“Why’re you mad? You seemed to be enjoying yourself.”

“I told you, I want to just be lab partners.”

“Sure doesn’t seem like it.”

You flush pink, scrambling to your feet to find a baggy gym top. You pull it on, hoping the image of you back in a $5 shirt will act like a cold shower. “Sukuna, seriously. I don’t want to get into this with you.” Your clit throbs and your stomach is filled with butterflies but the words remain true.

He meets you in only two strides, crowding you with his lustful presence. “I think you do. And I’m not going to stop, C. You’re mine, no one else’s. We both know it. And next time I see you, you better be wearing this and this.” Sukuna bends over, reaching out his long muscled arm and picking up the red lace bra with slots in the middle of the unlined cups where your nipples would poke through. Your eyes widen at him and then travel back to the bed where he grabs a flowy baby blue sun dress meant for wearing to class. 

“I’ll be checking to see if you can follow directions, C. And if you can’t…” He pulls you against him, his erection pushing into your navel while his right hand cracks against your bare ass with a punishing slap. You gasp at the blow, your folds squeezing around nothing. “...the choice is yours.”

Sukuna’s pointer finger finds your chin and lifts it up so he can plant a gentle kiss to the top of your forehead. “See you Monday, Charity.”

His bulking frame saunters out of your tiny apartment leaving you standing there, weak-kneed, and at a complete loss for words. He’s not going to let up. If anything, Sukuna’s going to be worse than ever. You need to put this to bed immediately before things with Sukuna spiral out of control.

Masterlist I Chapter 3 I Chapter 5

[detectivestucks2]

Mean, Rich, & Mine Pt.3

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Frat Boy Sukuna x F!Reader

Warnings: Degradation, drinking, assholes being assholes

Summary: Your trip to the boutique changes your perspective about things and the way Sukuna is suddenly treating you is filling you with conflicting feelings, especially at the party.

Art Credit: @innaillus

Word Count: 5.7k

Chapter 2 I Chapter 4

The scent of expensive perfume leaks from the cracks under the front door to the fancy boutique you now stand before. You’re positive you’re about to be the poorest person to ever step foot in the place; even a personal assistant to this kind of clientele probably makes more money than you. When you do enter, the sales clerks look at you but don’t say hi, they simply look back down to their computer or resume rearranging the items on the racks. 

“Umm, excuse me, I need assistance.” your meek voice calls.

“We don’t offer layaway if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Hmm? I just, I was sent a list of stuff to get and I don’t do this, um, kind of thing, ever, and I need to make a good impression tomorrow. So anyways, my partner sent me here cause apparently you can do that for me.”

“Honey, you won’t be able to afford us, meaning we won’t be able to help you, sorry. Surely your friend would’ve warned you.”

Then it clicks, they’re dismissing you cause you look so poor that they assumed you weren’t a real client. Duh. “Oh, that part. Yes, well, actually, he gave me his card, so that detail should be covered.”

Their eyes light up with interest and suddenly these cold bratz dolls are full of life. Their greedy gaze scans you up and down, ready to execute your extreme makeover.

“Ah, if that’s the case, then you’ve definitely come to the right place. Okay, hun, what are your boyfriend’s instructions?”

You pull your phone from your pocket and open it up, “He’s not my boyfriend,” you say, handing it to her, “Just my chemistry lab partner.” She takes a look at the lengthy list and then looks back up at you.

“He sends you this type of list and gives you his card to buy it? 'Chemistry partner' seems about right. This guy wants to bone.”

The girl who was playing on the computer snags your phone from her hands, “Ah, someone’s meeting the parents soon.”

“It’s nothing like that.”

“Then tell us, what’s it like? How does a girl like you get a shopping list like this along with a guys card?”

“I’m his lab partner. He’s gonna introduce me to some connected alum if I help him get an A in the class.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think the alum are going to be looking at your underwear. This dude is def hoping to get some.”

“He put underwear on that list?!” You snatch your phone back, searching for it under the recommended items. 

“This brand here,” one of the girls points out, “is an underwear brand… a very slutty underwear brand.”

Eyes wide, you look up at both girls who laugh, “You didn’t seriously think you were going to get all this for free, did you?”

“It’s not free, he’s been a dick. This was supposed to be his way of making up for it while ensuring he doesn’t flunk out.”

“Oh honey, how blind are you? Men are simple. Believe their actions, not their words. If he’s been a dick, it’s cause he wants to give you dick. And based on this list, he wants to give it to you bad. Trust us.”

The three of you stand in front of a three way mirror, your phone held in their hands while your surprise reflects back at you from all angles.

“What if I don’t want him like that though?”

“Is he ugly?”

“He’s extremely tall, muscular, and tatted. What do you think?”

“I think you’re an idiot.”

“Don’t mind Sherry.” the other girl butts in, “I think you should make him beg for you just so you can turn him down. That’s what dirtbags deserve.” She smiles widely, seeming to understand Sukuna’s type. “I’m Mae, by the way.”

“Christina.” you say back, “though my lab partner calls me Charity.”

“Ah, he gave you a stripper name. Convenient. Doesn’t sound like desire at all”

You smile at them, suddenly feeling more at home than you ever thought possible in a place like this. The two of them bustle about, first, they take your measurements and then get to work compiling outfits for school, interviews, parties, and date nights. You’re getting the full country club package. But then there’s the matter of the underwear. 

“Do I have to get this?”

“He put it on the list. And when it comes to rich guys, you follow their directions. Trust me, hun.”

“I’m not wearing this for him.”

“Then wear it for some other guy.”

“I don’t see myself wearing it for anyone.” Your eyes assess the assortment of red and black lacey garments, some with strappy accessories, some with leather detailing, and others with holes cut out in strategic locations. 

“If you wanna make it in their world, just take it. Wear it under your interview clothes. Give yourself that boost of confidence.”

You laugh, “You’re crazy.”

“And serious.”

“Fine, I’ll take the underwear, but just for myself.”

“Okay sis, now we just need to get you a couple of bags, including replacing that heinous backpack of yours, some shoes, and an expensive perfume.”

“Is all that really necessary?”

“Trust us.”

“I just feel like this is a bit overboard. I can’t spend his money like this.”

“Do we need to remind you of the list?”

“He knows exactly how big the bill is,” Sherry interjects.

“Can I check with him first?”

“Aww, she’s cute? Isn’t she?”

“So cute. She’s gonna be such a good girlfriend.”

“I’m not his girlfriend,” you grumble while dialing his number.

“Hey Charity,” Sukuna greets on the other end of the line.

“Please stop calling me that.” 

“Unlikely.” The girls giggle in the background.

“Ugh, fine. Anyways, I’m here at that boutique you recommended and the sales ladies put together everything on your list and... it’s a bit much.”

“Is it over $20,000?”

“$20,000! Good heavens! No!”

“Then don’t worry about it.”

“Don’t worry! How loaded are you?!”

“Very. Now be a good little lab partner and do as I tell you.”

“Fine. But I don’t want to hear any bitching when your bill comes in.”

“Don’t worry, Charity, I won’t. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.”

You hang up the phone to your two fairy godmothers cracking up. They don’t need to say ‘I told you so,’ you see it on their faces already. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look, I'm new to this, okay?”

“I’d get used to it, hun. You’re going to become one of these rich chums one way or another.”

“Yeah, either you’re going to earn it or you’re going to marry into it.”

“Marry?! I need you two to stop. He doesn’t even know my real name. At least, I don’t think he does.”

“He probably has it written all over the inside of his locker.” 

You snort at their absurd assumptions. “How about this, if I’m wrong, I’ll come back here for my wedding dress, and if I’m right, you give me 75% off of one item in the store.”

“We’re not allowed to do that, hun.”

“Deal!” Mae lunges in. 

“Mae!” Sherry scorns.

“Oh come on, it’s never this exciting around here. We can break the rules just once!”

“Fine. 75% off one thing.” 

You extend your hand. The girls each grab it and shake it, squealing in excitement. 

After loading up the boxes of clothes and bags into your trunk, the girls both advise you try to squeeze a new car out of your deal with Sukuna before wishing you luck. You laugh and tell them no thanks before heading home. It’s gonna take you a solid thirty minutes to get your spoils upstairs and into your apartment. Still, now you have a wardrobe worth more than your yearly salary and some preposterous thoughts about Sukuna, the secret lover boy.

It’s 5:00pm the next day, and you’re finally ready. Your arms are killing you from doing your hair, but it turned out perfect. You looked up some bridal buns that you thought looked classy and replicated one low, near the nape of your neck, with plenty of volume and face-framing pieces. You pinned in some peals to accent some of the curls, and now you legitimately look like a princess. 

For your outfit, you went with a stunning black cocktail dress. The neckline of which wraps around your throat with a peekaboo cutout over your chest, allowing the edges of Sukuna’s leather and lace lingerie to poke out. The dress has a second cutout along your lower back, just above the waistline of the skirt, accentuating the dip in the small of your back, strategically bringing more shape to your frame. Paired with simple black red bottom stilettos, you look like an office siren who’d definitely get the job for all the wrong reasons. 

You pull out your new expensive clutch that’s worth a month of groceries and dump in your apartment keys, phone, and Chanel perfume. “Welp, time to be charming and demure to a bunch of drunk, rich, idiots,” you say to yourself, “Hopefully I score some connections tonight.”

You take off your shoes while you walk over to Sukuna’s place, not wanting to scuff them up or roll your ankle as you walk across campus and down Greek row. The things are $900 and you’ll never be able to afford another pair of these once this is said and done. 

It’s easy to tell which mansion is your destination as you approach. There are spotlights and a red carpet leading up to the front. You, however, head around back to the kitchen entrance, like you always do, and give a quick knock. When the door opens, yet another super-tall, buff guy answers. Apparently, there are some qualifying criteria about being a superhuman hottie to join this frat. The flavor of the day has short, midnight hair and a scar over his lip, making him look both intimidating and adorable. 

“Woah, hey sweet stuff. The party doesn’t start for another hour.”

“Actually Sukuna told me to get here early.”

“Oh, you’re Sukuna’s girl, no sweat. He’s in the foyer.”

“I’m not his girl, but thanks.”

The giant steps aside, smiling with a toothpick between his teeth. You pass him and head through the kitchen and living room, turning left towards the very front of the house. In front of you, Sukuna’s wearing dress pants and an undershirt, directing the placement of an ice sculpture and a champagne fountain. Feeling guilty for intruding, you clear your throat, trying to be subtle. 

The tall chiseled man spins around, his face tattoos perfectly framing his surprised smile.

“WoOOow, C! You look amazing!”

“Short, a little slutty, but expensive.”

“You nailed it.”

“I hope so.” you say kicking out a foot. 

“You did!” 

“Yeah but I walked here in my bare feet to not mess up my heels. Is there anywhere I can wash up?”

“Sure, there’s a bathroom connected to my room.”

“You have an en-suite bathroom?!”

“Yup, all the rooms do.”

“Rich people.”

“Hey, you’re trying to be one of us someday.”

You shake your head, “Speaking of,” you pull out Sukuna’s credit card, “here’s this back. I wouldn’t want to cost you any more money than I already have.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“Oh it is. It really is. You’re just crazy.”

That dangerous smirk is back on his face. “I’ll meet you upstairs in a sec. I have to make sure the fondue fountains are right and then get Geto to help me finish up.”

Nodding your head, you slip under his outstretched arm and dash upstairs. On your way up, you get stopped near the top by that same guy with long blue hair, this time pulled into a bun. 

“Hey pretty thing.”

“Uh, hey?”

“Haven’t seen you around before.”

“You literally saw me two days ago.”

“I think I’d remember you.”

“I don’t think you would,” you say, trying to move past. He side steps, blocking your access to the last two steps. “Umm, can you please move? I have to get to Sukuna’s room.”

“You know that psycho has new girls here every other day. He just had some other chick in there on Thursday screaming at him. Why talk to a man whore like him when you could have someone like me.”

“That was me. I was the girl screaming at him. And I’m not trying to ‘have him.’ Now please, can I just-”

“Mahito! Let the lady through!”

“Oh, heyyy Sukuna.”

“Damn Mahito, why do you have to creep on Charity like that? There’s gonna be plenty of other chicks here later. Or did you forget to invite your two girls?”

Mohito looks at you in surprise, “this is that poor girl?” You roll your eyes and shove him aside, to which Sukuna laughs.

“She looks good, right?”

Your exasperated sigh can be heard down the hall as you slam Sukuna’s door shut with you on the other side. Soon after, heavy footsteps follow you. 

In the bathroom you sit on the edge of the tub and stick your feet in, turning on the water and letting it warm up. Sukuna steps in the small space, buttoning his dress shirt in the mirror.

“So, which two girls did you invite?” you ask, the question burning on your tongue.

“You and my friend Uraume.”

“Wait, I count as one of your two girls?”

“Well you're kinda the only girl. Uraume doesn’t really identify as anything. They’re just really loyal and I like having them around.”

“So I’m the only girl you invited?”

“Why do you sound so surprised?” 

“I’d think you’d want to invite girls you could, I don’t know, fool around with.”

“Well, I’m not sure if there’s gonna be a chance if I’m babysitting you most of the night. I can’t leave you out here on your own while I nail a chick or two up here.”

“Or two?!”

His canines are back on display when you make a face of disgust.

“So I’m the reason Ryomen Sukuna’s not getting laid tonight.”

“At one of the biggest events of the year, I might add. Chicks are super desperate to be invited to this thing. They all want hot sugar daddies.”

“Why do they need sugar daddies? Aren't they already rich?”

“You can always be more rich.”

“You know, the more I get to know about this world, the less I want to be in it.” you say as you finish scrubbing your feet.

Sukuna comes up behind you with a fluffy black towel and grabs your ankle, drying it off for you. “I highly doubt that. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be here right now.”

You swallow at the truth of his words. “I guess that’s fair.”

“Now, I’m gonna put on my jacket and tie and we’re going to work on how to talk to rich people.”

“Isn't it just like talking to regular people?”

“Nope! It’s worse. They always wanna talk about money, how to earn it, how to invest it, how to spend it. Money is the only thing people with money want to talk about.” 

“Gross”

“The older ones also like to hear about your plans. What you’re going to school for, who you plan on working with, what your 20 year plan looks like.”

“No wonder you all stay rich.”

“You’re smart. Make shit up, sound confident, don’t talk about how poor you are.”

“So what should I say?”

“Tell them you’re self-made. You’ve worked your ass off and have been grinding since you got to campus. Tell them you’ve been investing your wages and living off the interest. They’ll eat that shit up.”

“And what do I say when they ask which stock I’m investing these wages in?”

“Tell them you have a money guy who manages your portfolio while you’re in school. Tell them you use my guy.”

“You just have all the answers, don’t you?”

“Takes one to know one.” he shrugs “Now shake my hand.”

“What?”

“Just do it.”

You extend your right hand. Sukuna grabs it and looks at you disappointed, “Firmer grip. No, too hard. There, that’s it.” You try to retract your palm but he holds onto it and flips it over. “You have nice natural nails. Good. You won’t look trashy like some of these girls.” You swallow again at his small praise. Then fall to the bed, trying to steady yourself. 

“You really think I can do this?” You say as you look up at him.

He walks away, grabbing your heels from the bathroom before striding over to you, kneeling down and slipping them onto your feet. “Of any girl I’ve met, you’re the only one I’ve ever felt intimidated by.”

“You’re intimidated by me?”

“You’re smarter than me. You try hard. You don’t take crap. That’s a pretty tough combo.”

“You’re just saying that.”

He smiles again as he stands up. “Ready partner?”

“Hold on.” you look around the room and grab a lint roller, brushing off Sukuna’s shoulders and fluffing up the front of his hair. For a man covered in tattoos, he looks good in a suit. Actually, it looks extremely natural on him. Even down to those crimson contacts. They look like an intense corporate intimidation tactic. You’d never want to go up against Sukuna in a conference room, that’s for sure. 

“There, now we’re both ready.”

He extends his elbow and you take it, feeling like a million bucks at his side as you descend the stairs together. You guess this is that movie scene you envisioned the first time you saw this ridiculously grandiose staircase on Thursday. The only difference is you never envisioned being the one descending it.

Two hours into the party, you’ve introduced yourself to all the alumni Sukuna says are worth talking to. You argue that you should meet every alum but he assures you not to waste your time. “Not everyone here has class. You don’t wanna fall in with the wrong crowd.” 

You nod at his words and then he tells you to enjoy the party. “Get drunk, have fun, try to fit in.”

“Got it. What’re you going to do?”

“You’ve demonstrated that you’re capable enough. I’m gonna go hang out with my friends.”

“You’re leaving me?”

“I doubt you’ll be alone for longer than a second. Every man here has been eyeing you all night. Let the wolves descend.”

“Sukuna!”

“See ya later Charity!”

“That’s still not my name!”

But he’s already gone into the next room and sure enough, the second he leaves your side, three men come over to talk to you. Two of them are alumni, and the third is their nephew, who currently attends the school. “Hey, beautiful, we were wondering when your bodyguard was going to take a break.”

“Oh, Sukuna? We’re just classmates.”

“Just classmates, she says. Sounds like it’s my lucky day.” The men give each other knowing looks. “You know, we were thinking that someone like you could really benefit from an internship with us. And perhaps if you were in the right crowds, you might be shown favorability.” The man shoves forward his nephew, who looks at you like a piece of meat.

“Oh, um, gee. I’d love an internship but I don’t need any favorability. I’m a very hard worker.”

They laugh at you as the nephew reaches around your shoulders and begins stroking your arm. You look around, uncomfortable, searching for Sukuna in the crowd. Why’d the only person you know have to walk away? Cause he didn’t want to hang around a loser like you. Realizing you're alone in this, the men hand you their business card. “Have fun!” They say to the nephew with his arm around your shoulder, as they walk away.

“Have fun?” you echo before looking at Sukuna’s frat brother. The man smiles down at you, his eyes dropping to your chest. “You’re really beautiful.”

“Thank you” you say, eyes flitting around the room, looking for an out. “Uh, so sorry, I think I heard someone call my name.”

“I can come with you.”

“No thanks, It’s probably something really boring. Why don’t you go get me another drink?”

The slimy smile on his face tells you everything you need to know about the drink he’s bringing you. Definitely not going to drink out of that cup. So, in your $900 heels, which feel more like a torture device at the moment, you stride into a different room. As luck would have it, this one has the fondue fountains Sukuna mentioned earlier. Looking in all directions, you try not to look too eager as you approach the table and start fixing yourself a plate. As you’re sinking your teeth into a chocolate-dipped strawberry, you feel a hand cup your hip. When you look over it’s the one you know as Geto.

“My, my, didn’t you clean up nice?” You quickly chew and swallow your strawberry. “You think I can convince you to strip for me later?”

“As stated previously, I’m not a stripper. And if I ever decided to become one, I’d be too expensive for you.”

Geto’s fingers sink into the flesh of your behind and pull you closer. “I doubt that, kitten. I’m very wealthy, and very connected. Give me a little private show and I can make all your dreams come true.”

You look up at him, your eyes round like a helpless doe. Rich men are the worst, especially when they’re drunk. Part of you wants to slap this hot jerk-wad, the other part of you doesn’t want to blow tonight. And in any case, It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to be sexed up by this hunk to land a job. He’s a certifiable dreamboat, but he could also be lying just for an easy lay. And then there’s the matter of your dignity… 

“There’s forty other beautiful girls here tonight. You don’t need to slum it with the likes of me.”

“You’re precisely who I want to ‘slum it’ with. You’re smart, beautiful, and driven.”

“You only feel that way after a change of clothes. I’m sure tomorrow you’ll be embarrassed that you even considered this.” 

Geto’s hand plays with a piece of your hair when you lightly lower his wrist. That’s when the huge guy who let you in before the party approaches.

“Hey! I thought this was Sukuna’s girl.”

“No, they’re just lab partners.” 

“Ooh, that’s why he was back there making out with two other girls. So this one’s fair game then?”

“Yes, Toji, this one’s fair game.” the two men turn to you, predatory stares set firmly in place.

“No, I’m not ‘fair game!’” 

Your indignation hardly masks the way your stomach sinks as you process Toji's words. It was foolish of you to think Sukuna wasn’t going to spend the night hooking up with girls. Of course this was always how the night was gonna progress. It’s one of the biggest parties of the year. Did you really think that he’d change and want to take care of you when he agreed to this? Of course not. You’re a means to an end. You always were. Those girls at the boutique didn’t know what they were talking about. The realization restricts your throat before your attention returns to the two men.

“Ah, she’s a beauty, too. Isn’t she?” Geto says, his hands wandering over your ass.

“Right, and all natural, no fillers and plastic shit.”

Their stares fill you with unease. You nervously take a sip of the liquid in your cup, hoping to dull your discomfort. How are you going to get out of this situation unscathed and without Sukuna’s help? Is it too much to ask for either of them to be a decent human being?

“Well again fellas” you say, pushing their hands away, “I’m sure there are a lot of girls here who are more your speed and who you won’t regret being seen with when tomorrow comes.”

Geto’s hand wraps around your waist and pulls you flush against him, while the one named Toji stands behind you, his chest pressed against your back, his hands running along the sides of your frame.

“Oh hey! There you are!” 

Your eyes snap over to the entrance of the room to see the nephew you escaped earlier, standing there with your roofied drink. “Oh fuck me.” you complain.

Then Geto leans down and whispers in your ear, “I intend to.”

White hair walks past the fondue fountains holding two cups. They travel to the other side of the house and pass a drink to Sukuna. “Not now Uraume, can’t you see I’m busy?”

“I can but your girl, Charity, is busy too.”

“She’s fine. She can handle herself.”

“Against Toji and Geto?”

Sukuna stops kissing one of the two girls straddling each of his meaty thighs. “What?”

“It seems Geto’s trying to offer her a job.”

“Ah, fuck, I know exactly what kind of job he has for her.” Untwining his arms from around the two extremely disappointed bimbos, Sukuna gets up off the couch. “Where is she?”

“In the parlor.”

Winding through the different rooms of the mansion and dodging several conversations, Sukuna finds his way to the living room adjacent to the parlor where you stand, sandwiched between his fraternity brothers. Your eyes are wild and scared, raking him with guilt. He should’ve never left you alone. The fuck was he thinking? Of course, they were going to take advantage of how out of place you are. Then his eyes drop to where their hands are touching you, the possessive grip they have on your body. Jealousy viciously blooms in his chest. The nerve of these men, touching on you, pulling you against them, whispering things in your ear. He wants to hurt them. He doesn't understand this sudden onset but he's made livid by the scene before him. Then that fuckin weasel who brough his two uncles tries to feed you a drink. Sukuna feels feral, growling to himself as he marches up to the four of you. “Enjoying yourselves?”

“Sukuna!” You yelp in relief and surprise.

“Hey dude, hope you don’t mind. We were taking good care of her while you got it on with those freshman chicks.” Toji greets, like he’s messing with a normal girl and not the one Sukuna brought as his special guest.

“The fuck you think you’re doing to Charity?”

“We’re just entertaining her a bit.”

Sukuna’s hand lunges out and grabs Toji by the wrist.“Touch her again and it’ll be the last thing you touch.”

“What’s your problem dude? You don’t even want her.”

Sukuna’s eyes lock with yours, his mouth set in a firm line before he turns back to his fraternity brothers, “She’s off limits. Spread the world.”

“Aww, come on bro.” Geto complains.

“Off. Limits.” You feel yourself breathe easier at his words. Maybe there is some kind of honor in this viper’s den afterall. Sukuna grabs your hand and pulls you towards him, “I’m taking you with me.”

You stumble into him, spilling a little of the drink in your hand. You feel foolish. Completely humiliated by these men who think they can control you and use your goals to wet their dicks. Three men tried to sleep with you tonight and one of them used their uncles as their pimps. Disgusting. You’re never going to make it in this world. Not around these people. You just want to go home and crawl into your bed and cry yourself to sleep.

Sukuna puts his arm around you protectively, guiding you away from your predators. 

“Take me home please.” you whisper. 

“Sure.”

He begins walking you towards the front of the house and then carts you upstairs. “Last I checked this wasn’t home.”

“It’s my home, and it’s a lot closer than your home.”

“Sukuna, I really don’t want to be here. I just want to go to my house where it’s safe and I can stop pretending that I’m something I’m not.” You complain to him as he locks himself in his room with you.

“Are you saying I won’t keep you safe?” You look at him pointedly. “I won't let them hurt you, C. You’re off limits now. They try anything with you and they’re kicked out. It’s bro code.”

“Sukuna, please.”

“Also you’re no pretender. You deserved to be here tonight just as much as anyone else. The difference between you and them is class.” Your chest tightens with his praise. Another example of your body doing things it shouldn’t when Sukuna’s around. But then you remember he left you. The only reason you were in that mess was because he abandoned you to sleep with other girls. And that realization pangs your drunken mind.

“I need to go home.” you repeat.

“Both of us are too drunk to accomplish that tonight. You’re welcome to stay with me and then you can walk home in the morning.” 

“And do the walk of shame?! Oh, nononononono.”

Your pink haired sensei rolls his eyes. “If I promise to walk with you, will you drop this whole ‘going home now’ nonsense?”

“How is that better?”

“Because it will look like I’m your boyfriend and you’re not just some hoe.”

“So you’re saying I look like a hoe.”

“I’m not playing these games with you right now. That’s my offer, take it or leave it.” You look at him conflicted. “I’ll buy you breakfast too.”

You worry your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to make your decision. Sukuna’s eyes zero in on the action and immediately the lip slips as your breath hitches. His attention snaps back up to meet your gaze. 

“Fine.”

“Good. Now,” Sukuna paces over to his dresser, he pulls out a plain white shirt and tosses it over to you, “Put this on to sleep in.”

“What, no bottoms?”

“My bottoms won’t fit you. You’re better off wearing my shirt like a dress.”

You chew on your lip again before you turn around. You look towards the door, the party still loud and raging downstairs. “You sure you’re okay missing out on the party? I’m sure those girls are waiting for you.”

“I can find pussy another time. Right now, you’re more important.” Your heart nearly stutters hearing his statement. Men are simple. Believe their actions not their words. That’s what Sherry said. You wonder, what would she say about this?

“Fine, I’ll wear your shirt to bed, but I need you to unzip me.”

Sukuna walks up behind you, his giant body towering over your frame as he grabs the tiny pull of your dress’s back zipper.

“How did you get this on by yourself?”

“You don’t wanna know the things I did to get into this dress.”

“It sounds like I do.”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“You’re making it more enticing.”

“Let’s just say there was some rolling on the floor, a pair of barbeque tongs, and a defeated trip to the neighbor’s half dressed.”

Sukuna laughs while he tugs down on the zipper, making the fabric split in two and peel off to the sides to reveal your undergarments. There’s a glimpse of a leather bodice overlaid with lace detail, instantly tenting Sukuna’s pants. “For fucks sake, I didn’t expect you to wear that tonight.”

You reach back and start pulling down the second zipper that starts just above your rear as you turn around, “What?!”

“That was meant to-”

“The underwear?” You stand there, your dress half off, stunned. For a change, Sukuna looks flustered. Something you didn’t expect from the man who’s been joking about sleeping with you all semester. “I- the girls at the store said to wear it cause it’ll give me confidence.”

“And give everyone else a heart attack” 

You’re shocked by this revelation. You didn’t imagine Sukuna would be shy when he finally got to see you in your knickers but here he is, squirming with discomfort while you’re alarmingly calm.

“Then why did you tell me to get this brand?!”

“I- lets just say I was curious.”

You roll your eyes, telling him to turn around as the dress falls to the floor and you step out of it. “You’re the one who made the list. I’m not apologizing for following directions.” You snatch the shirt from Sukuna’s bed and pull it on, letting the fabric fall to your knees. It’s gigantic on you. “I look ridiculous.” you complain as you turn towards his floor length mirror in the corner of the room. 

“You look sexy as hell.” he breathes aloud when he turns back around.

Your head snaps back to look at him, face full of shock. 

“Don’t look at me like that. You’re the one who wore lingerie to my party, knowing full well what it’d do to a guy if they saw you in it.”

Your eyes cast to the floor. “Well, thanks, I guess, but no one was supposed to see it except for me.” Your core tightens suddenly, knowing what he truly thinks of your appearance.

“If Geto or Toji knew you were wearing that, I’m pretty sure my knuckles would’ve gotten busted trying to keep them off of you.” he says, approaching you, his hands rubbing your shoulders.

You deadpan as you gaze up, “You know you could’ve stopped while you were ahead. You didn’t have to say that last part.”

“What? A little too real for you?”

You sigh, tired of this conversation and ready to sleep. You grab one of the pillows off Sukuna’s full size bed, then steal a coat off the hook on the back of his door and curl up on the rug next to his bedframe.

“What’re you doing?”

“Trying to sleep”

“Do poor people not have beds?”

“We do, but they don’t have rich perves in them. Sooo this will do for tonight.” You settle into your make-shift nest when Sukuna strong arms you and yanks you up onto his mattress. Terrified of exposing yourself too much in front of him, as his forearm lifts the bottom of the t-shirt, you comply and end up scrambling onto the bed, joining Sukuna in a pile. You rearrange yourself so you lay with your back facing him and feel as he rests his heavy arm over your midsection. 

“And now we’re cuddling? When did this become a thing between us?”

“Beds not big enough for both of us to have our own side, so yes, now we’re cuddling.”

You choose to not respond and simply close your eyes. A quick laugh fans your neck before you sense Sukuna resting his head behind yours and drifting to sleep, the both of you praying you don’t wake with a hangover.

Masterlist I Chapter 2 I Chapter 4

[detectivestucks2]

Mean, Rich, & Mine Pt.2

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Frat Boy Sukuna x F!Reader

Warnings: bullying, degrading

Summary: Your already limited luck seems to have run out now that Sukuna's your lab partner. The man doesn't understand boundaries and crosses the line. Now it's up to him to make it up to you.

Art Credit: @innaillus

Word Count: 2.6k

Chapter 1 I Chapter 3

“Well well well, guess you’re forced to unblock my number now. Aren’t you, Charity?”

You take a deep, steadying breath, coming to grips with reality. “That’s still not my name,” you grumble testily, knowing it might as well be, cause for the next 15 weeks, that’s what he’s going to call you. 

After some introductory slides about lab safety and basic equipment usage, you’re prompted to go to the back counter of the classroom and pick up the list of supplies. Just as you stand up, Sukuna decides to stand up too, brushing up against your back. Your breath hitches as you feel his pelvis rub against your rear. 

“Sorry partner,” he whispers in your ear, “I can get it this time.”

You silently nod and drop back in your stool, feeling weak in the knees till Sukuna returns, missing one of the more important items on the list. 

“You forgot the micropipets.”

“The what?”

“The micropipettes. They administer exact amounts of chemicals for mixing compounds?”

He looks at you as if you have three eyes, so you continue, “The thing she just spent ten minutes talking about?”

Still nothing.

Your hands meet the table with force as you stand up and breathe out in frustration. “It’s fine. I got it.” Yet, even as you storm away, his fingers brush your thigh and you don’t miss how the small touch makes you clench. Get it together girl.

You return with the supplies and show him how to use them, assuming he wasn’t listening at all when the TA spoke. Knowing Sukuna, he was probably plotting out his newest scheme for torturing you instead of doing the things he’s at school for. Fortunately, he catches on quick enough once you explain, but it’s becoming clear that you’re going to have to do everything this semester if you want to maintain your perfect GPA. That’s nothing new. What is new, however, is how Sukuna keeps finding new ways to reach around you and press up against your back or graze your hip. Each time your eyes close, your body reacting to him like you're a rich dessert, ready for him to devour you.

He notices it too, that smug smirk set firmly in place. You want to slap his mouth off his face but you continue to ignore and pretend, just like you always do. Sukuna is yet another version of the same old crap; just stay calm and try to get him to move forward in the assignment. It's all a game and he'll get bored eventually.

But he doesn't get bored. It goes on like this for weeks. Sukuna touching you, breathing on your neck, whispering in your ear. It’s the world’s most obvious seduction act, and you’re not going to fall for it. Even when it makes your nipples erect, and your gooseflesh rise. Sukuna loves that part. He'll intentionally brush your chest when he sees your shirt strain from your arousal.

Last semester, he thought he was bored of you, but the beginning of this semester marked a new era in this game he has with you, and this time, the game is more fun than it’s ever been. The plans he has for you never stop.

If the physical instigation wasn't enough, then there are the texts. The ‘accidental' late-night booty calls 'meant for other girls,' the unsolicited shirtless pics from when he’s going to meet you after the gym, and the random ‘how are you’ texts to make it seem like he cares. It’s a full-on assault, but still you ignore him, because you have time for none of it. 

His newest stunt is showing up at your work-study, pretending he has questions about lab.  “Sukuna, I’m working. We can talk about this any other time.”

“But you’re not doing anything.”

“I am doing something, it just doesn’t involve you, and apparently that’s a problem you’re trying to solve.”

“Damn straight.”

“Look, you can’t keep popping up at my assignments like some crazy stalker. You need to leave." He stares back at you like it's a joke. "I’m not above campus security getting involved.”

“Ha! You really think those pansy’s could cart me off?”

You look up from your seat at the business office front desk. Your gaze studies the man leaning against the oak that separates you two. He’s a wall. A seven-foot monstrosity, all muscle and height. No one’s moving him. The sigh that leaves you feels like a five-pound weight. “Why are you doing this to me? You’re going to get me fired, and then I’ll have to drop out.”

“You won’t get fired. Who else is going to do these crappy assignments for free?”

“Gee, thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Go away, Sukuna.”

“Fine. I’ll go see if Shenice wants to help me. I'm sure she'd jump at the chance for a little alone time to study and then some.”

“Yes, you go do that.” you say, burying your face in your hands as he lingers, pretending to leave you alone. 

You force yourself to not care about the photos of the lingerie he ‘meant to send to Shenice.' You force yourself to ignore how he’s always touching you. You force yourself to pretend you’re not thinking about him when you’re alone at work. This full-on physiological warfare is draining you, but you know you’re not going to crack. You quite literally can't.

Somehow you survive five weeks of this crap but now it’s time for midterms and you have a lab report to do together. This assignment can’t be completed in class and needs to be done during your independent time. You close your textbook at the end of lab that Monday and ask Sukuna if he can meet you in the library on Thursday to write the paper.

“No can do, Charity. I have obligations for the fraternity.”

“Stop calling me that.” He just grins back at you “Whatever, what day works for you then?”

“I can still do Thursday, miss work-study, but it’s gonna have to be back at the house cause we got a major party coming up. The guys need to be able to come to me with questions and I need to be able to speak with the vendors.”

“I’d really prefer doing it at the library with no interruptions.”

“And I’d prefer the comfort of my own home.”

“Please don’t make me go back there…” you say defeated and embarrassed.

“Ah! The real reason reveals itself. You scared?”

“It doesn’t matter, the library is still the better choice.”

“Sorry, Charity, I’m gonna have to take a hard pass on this one.”

Exhausted you let out a deep exhale. You do a lot of that these days. “Fine, we’ll meet at your place. Doesn’t make sense, but, when have you?”

He continues grinning, those menacing pearly whites creating the false impression that this guy could possibly be innocent. We all know he’s not; he’s the manipulator-in-chief and you’re his faithful punching bag.

Deep breaths. Deep, deep breaths.

You’re back at the frat mansion from hell when you knock on the door. Some man almost as tall as Sukuna answers. His hair is long and pulled back in a half-up bun. “Hey, it’s you again.”

“Hey.” you answer sheepishly, remembering how he grabbed your breast last time you were here. “Is Sukuna home?”

“Right, the lab paper. He’s upstairs. His room is at the end of the hall to the left.”

“Thanks”

You shuffle past him, making sure not to so much as brush against his baggy sweatpants. You want there to be no mistake about your reason for being here. There better be no funny business this time either, or you might sock these men in the nuts. 

You walk through the kitchen and living room and past the parlor with the stripper pole still at it’s center. A few of the guys smirk at you while carrying cases of beer through the house. Their gaze makes your skin crawl, especially as you near the front of the house, entering the foyer and approaching the base of a grand staircase. 

Of course this place has some kind of movie-magic staircase designed for watching debutantes descend in ballgowns as their prince awaits at the bottom holding a rose. Only here, these same stairs are probably used for sex, or mattress surfing, or some other kind of dumb pastime.

Another deep breath before you ascend, marching up towards Sukuna. It feels dirty, walking to the upstairs of a fraternity house. You never thought you’d be headed towards the bedroom of some frat brother, but here you are, walking straight into the lion's den.

Each step towards Sukuna’s room fills you with dread, like you’re going to get chlamydia just from touching the door knob, but you focus on the task at hand. I’m just here for a project. It’s fine. Just here for school…

You do as the other guy said and head to the end of the hall and knock on the last door to the left. “Sukuna?”

“Come in.”

There better not be chlamydia on this.

You twist the handle and step in, wiping your hands on your shorts as soon as possible, getting rid of the cooties. “Hey”

“Hey!” His smile is big, too big. Why does he look so happy to see you? Probably cause he got you to come back after the shit he pulled last time. 

“So, where should we do this?”

He pats the bed next to him and you return with a look of annoyance.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Cause I’m not getting into bed with you!”

“What? You want to move to the desk? I mean, I'm fine sharing a chair if you want to write our report in my lap.”

You growl in frustration as you flop down on his bed. “Fine, have it your way.” Aggressively you pull out your laptop and open it once it’s resting on  your thighs. “How are we splitting this up? You wanna take a few sections and I take the rest? You wanna both write the thing together? You design the experiments while I report the findings? How do you wanna do it?”

“How about this?” he shifts his weight towards you, his palm rubbing circles over your back, making the hairs on your neck stand on end from his touch. “You write the entire thing, and I,” Sukuna yanks you so that you're straddling his lap, facing him, “will let you sleep with me.” His face is close, dangerously close. Even a millimeter off and you'd already be kissing. That's when your eyes fall to his lips as you feel his bulging, hardened pelvis beneath your center. You tense against it, aroused by the very man you hate. You want him; your stupid hypothalamus wants him.

Then it clicks. He thinks you’re some desperate girl who’d be so grateful that a guy like him would even consider sleeping with you, that you’d be happy to do all the work alone. That's the kind of man he is. One who only thinks highly of himself while he looks down on others.

After the small hitch of your breath at the feel of him between your legs, you catch yourself. Your eyes flick back on his, those dark red contacts staring back at you like some supernatural villain. “Fuck you!” you say with a shove.

“Exactly. I’ll fuck you, princess, and then let you handle the paper for us both.”

“Is this why you insisted I come here?! Cause you were planning on bribing me with sex?!”

“No, I actually need to be here. We’re having a major fundraising party this weekend. Gotta pull out all the stops, which means coordinating with vendors. Having a secluded spot to pound into you was just a bonus," he winks. "Don’t pretend you don’t want it, Charity, I can feel how bad you're clenching right now.”

“How about this, asshole, I write the entire thing, and you never speak to me again.”

“No need to get upset, C.”

“That’s not my name! You know what? Fuck off Sukuna! I’m done.” you clammer off Sukuna’s bed, snatching your discarded laptop and stuffing it into your bag. Sukuna opens his mouth but you shout before he can say a thing. “Don’t! I don’t want to hear another word out of your slime ball mouth again... ever!”

Sukuna, who was full of confidence moments ago, has an unreadable expression on his face now. Shock maybe? He really thought he was gonna sleep with you. However, you don't get to find out cause there is a knock at the door as you’re about to leave, “Is everything okay in there?”

You swing open the door in a rage, fire practically shooting out of your pupils, “Just peachy!” You shout, looking between this guy with long blue hair and Sukuna. Then you shoulder check him on your way out, hearing his laughter while you're sprinting down the stairs. Running, for the second time, out of this damned house while crying at the hands of Sukuna. 

The next day is Friday, and your lab with Sukuna is first thing. The one person you do not want to see right now is about to be breathing down your neck for the next two hours. Your insides retch at the thought. So, in a defensive move to avoid him as much as possible, you sneak into the room just before the bell rings. Quickly, you glide over to your seat next to Sukuna, who’s sitting there looking annoyed. 

“Where’ve you been? I was waiting on you.”

“Last I checked, it wasn’t a crime to use the bathroom before class.” you whisper back angrily.

“I got here early today.”

“Whoopty-fuckin- doo”

“Hey, watch your language. I was here to talk.”

“As I recall, I specifically asked you not to do that if you want me to write our paper.”

“Look, I feel bad about yesterday.”

“Still talking…” you warn, frustrated that he’s not allowing you to listen to today’s lab prompt, which is supposed to tie into the paper you're arguing over.

“Can you just listen?”

“No, I’m done listening to you. Now stop talking to me if you want to pass this class. I’m not above intentionally failing us.”

“You wouldn’t do that. You’re only able to afford this place cause you’re ‘really good at school.’”

“Exactly. My GPA can afford to take the hit. Can’t say the same about yours. You’re one bad class away from being a drop out.”

“You checked my GPA?”

“I work for the school, remember? I have access to everyone’s records cause of my work-study.”

“And you looked me up.” he grins, like it’s a compliment but then his face drops to a serious expression when you turn away again. “So you hate me that much that you’d really try to get me kicked out of Calvary?”

“You’re the one who let their GPA nose dive, I’d just be the final push.”

“Wow, that’d be a pretty ballsy threat if you could bring yourself to look me in the eye just once. But, no, you’ve been staring at the table every time you face me. You scared of me or something?”

Your mouth sets into a firm line before you finally raise your eyes to meet his. “I’m not scared of you. I never have been.”

That’s when he sees it; your face is puffy, especially around the eyes. Ones that are tired and bloodshot. Didn’t you say you were in the bathroom before class? Fuck, you’ve been crying, and he can see on your face that you know he realizes it. Then something uncomfortable tightens in his chest. He gets this weird pain he’s never felt before. Sure, he felt bad after you left last night, cause you’ve actually been a pretty good lab partner, but this feels different. “Have you been crying?” The words come out hoarse. His voice, strange to him. He knows the answer; he just wants you to admit it.

You snap your face forward again, gaze trained on your notebook. Then Sukuna’s hand brushes yours, “Charity, I-” but your sudden movements cut him off. You quietly close your notebook and slip it into your backpack. As soon as you turn to get out of your stool, Sukuna’s arm lunges out and grabs your wrist. “Please don’t leave.”

“Let. go.” you warn.

His hand squeezes tighter.

“You’re hurting me. Let go.”

“Stay.”

“I’m not your dog. You can’t order me around.” your voice waivers. You’re on the brink of tears again and you don’t want to do it in front of the entire class.

“I’m not letting you leave till you hear me out.”

Tears start slipping past the rims of your eyes and streak down to the tip of your nose. They drip onto the black lab table, leaving noticeable wet spots. Sukuna releases your arm, and you immediately walk out the back of the classroom, the TA not even blinking at your sudden departure. Sukuna’s stool scrapes against the floor behind you as you speed out of the room, hiding your face till you’re alone in the hall, where you break into an all-out run. 

“Wait!” His voice calls after you.

“Leave me alone!” you shout, not bothering to look back, but the pounding of feet against the tile floor is soon followed by two large hands spinning you around, forcing you to look up at your least favorite person in the world. Eyes red and damp, the tears freely fall out of them. Your lip trembles, and you just don’t understand why he’s doing this to you. How sick does someone have to be to get off on doing this to another person? He holds you firmly in place, searching for the words.

“Just… just- I’m sorry. Okay, Charity. I’m fucking sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry. There, I said it.”

“Oh, you’re sorry. Now it’s all better.” you bite back bitterly. “I’m a person, you know. Just cause I didn’t grow up with money doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings. What’s so hard about understanding that? What, you suddenly feel bad cause you realize I have emotions? Or because you want me to save your grade?”

“It has nothing to do with that. It’s just, our parents pay a lot of money for us to go here and it rubs us the wrong way that you’re here on a hand out. Like we’re paying for your free ride.”

“Free ride- the fuck? If anything I’m the only one here who’s not on a hand out! I earned my way into this place. I worked hard so I could get my scholarships. I work a part time job and all my work-study jobs, and I’m still on the Dean’s list! I don’t have parents to fall back on if this falls through. Just myself! You’ll never know what that’s like! There’s a difference between something being given to you and earning it yourself. As someone who never earned a damned thing in his life, you wouldn’t know!”

He stands there, speechless, while you pull heavy breaths in through your nose. Did you really just yell at him? Sukuna’s never been put in his place before, and for once, he cares about your words. He respects them even.

“I guess… I guess I never really thought about it that way before.”

“Why would you? You don’t think about anyone other than yourself.” your voice treacherously cracks from emotion.

“What if I try to make it up to you?”

“And how is the mighty Ryomen Sukuna going to make it up to his poor, pathetic lab partner?”

There’s a glint in his eyes when you say his full name, quickly followed by cool, calculated confidence. “You don’t have connections like the rest of us, right? What if I can change that? What if I invite you to our party this weekend? It’s invite-only and not your average fundraiser. It’s still a house party, but with alumni and recent graduates. Everyone attending has some kind of pull in their field. Cozy up to any of them and you’ll have a job lined up by the time you graduate.”

Your skin starts to feel tight as your tears dry and the salt sinks into your cheeks. “You’re serious? Sukuna if I find out you’re fucking with me-”

“I’m dead serious.” he cuts in.

“What if they won't talk to me? The people here take one look at me and know I don’t belong. My appearance screams poor.”

“Fine.” Sukuna starts digging in his back pocket, “Need a weekend sugar daddy? I’ll give you my card. Go pick out something nice today, and wear it tomorrow.” He slides out the piece of plastic and shoves it in your hand. “Go on a shopping spree for all I care. Just make sure you have something short, a little slutty, but expensive for tomorrow night. Heels are a must.”

You hold the black card between your fingers at a loss. “Why would you do this?”

“Cause I don’t wanna flunk out.”

“Right. That was a dumb question.”

“Also…” you look back up at him, “I do actually feel bad. I was being a dick and I got kinda carried away.”

You press your lips together into a line. “Yeah.”

“So, we good?”

“I guess.”

“Okay then. I’ll text you some brands to buy. Things that say old money. Come to my place early tomorrow and I’ll coach you on how to act and who to talk to.” Your eyes start to mist up again. “Please don’t cry. It does something weird to me, and I’d rather you not.”

“Don’t grow soft on me, now.” you say with a light shove, “You’re still an asshole.”

“Better." he grins, "I’ll see you tomorrow. I’m gonna go back to class and bum some notes off one of my friends for us.”

“Thanks. I’m gonna go pretend I’m a rich butt munch.”

Sukuna smiles at you. Not one of those smiles that says he has an agenda, but a real one. There’s something friendly behind those crimson contacts for once, and it makes your stomach jump to see him looking at you that way. Like a person, a peer he actually recognizes.

Wow, he really set the bar on the floor. 

He heads back while you turn and head to the bathroom to splash cold water on your face. You don’t want to show up to some fancy shoppe with puffy eyes; you’ll already be out of place as it is. After finishing, you're reaching for a towel to dry your soggy mug, when your phone dings with a list of brands, items, boutiques, and general instructions for tomorrow about how to look rich. Your eyes scan the lengthy text in disbelief. If this is a prank, then he's putting a lot of effort into it.

Well, this time if he’s fucking with me, at least I’m getting a boatload of expensive shit out of it.

With renewed resolve, you head to your car and plug in the first boutique's address to your GPS. Within 20 minutes, you’re parked at some shoppe with a golden door and crown-molded ceilings. Your Honda looking extremely out of place among the Maseratis.

Masterlist I Chapter 1 I Chapter 3

[detectivestucks2]

Mean, Rich, & Mine Pt.1

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Frat Boy Sukuna x F!Reader

Warnings: bullying, degrading

Summary: The rich students at Calvary University frown upon the scholarship girl who doesn't come from money. However, Sukuna intends to make her pay for thinking she can come on campus and pretend to be one of them. What he doesn't expect is her reaction.

Art Credit: @innaillus

Word Count: 2.6k

Life as a scholarship student at Calvary University isn’t what you’d expect. At the elite school for the wealthy and well-bred, there’s no congratulations or respect for being a genius. Only the president cares that you aced all six entrance exams. Being smart enough someone’s willing to pay your share of tuition isn’t an achievement, in the eyes of the students, it’s a disgrace. Your tenure is full of painfully obvious signs that you don’t belong, like the car you drive or the brand of your backpack. You’re not some country club debutant, you’re the hard working daughter of a nurse. You have a part time job, a work study, and a perfect GPA. Those are your assets. 

And still every time you open your laptop in class, someone sneers at its make and model, but you… you pretend. You choose to ignore their ignorant scoffs, their sniggers and snorts. They’re just rich idiots. Rich connected assholes with jobs you’re twice as qualified for, already lined up after graduation. You’d kill to have those kind of connections… but again, you pretend. It’s all you can do to cope with being the black sheep of the campus. 

Some days it eats you up. Some days it doesn’t. But then there’s days like today where you get noticed by your crush for all the wrong reasons. He stands in the middle of the grassy mall. His nearly seven foot stature filled with bulking muscles, and skin painted in black tattoos. Even the lines of his face are emphasized by ink. Then there’s his messy pink hair and those red eyes. The contacts he wears are intimidating and oh so sexy. He’s the kind of man they write villain tales about; the kind that end in smut. Every time your good girl eyes land on him, your core clenches, wanting him to do terrible things to you. But now that he’s talking to you, you wish he’d never noticed you in your knock off chunky loafers and Levi jeans, and graphic tee crop top. 

“Hey charity girl” the unfairly hot pink-haired bad boy calls, “what’d you do to earn our payments towards this little charade?”

“Charade?”

“You know, pretending to be one of us.”

You shake your head upset that he’s no different than the rest, “I’m not here to be like you. I just wanted a really good education.” your words lose their volume as you speak, your eyes dropping to the ground.

“Sure, whatever you say. So how does this charity thing work? You dance or sing or sum’n and we pay you?”

“Wha-what? No! I’m just really good at school. It was an academic scholarship cause of my GPA and Entrance Exam scores.”

“What’r you sayin? You think we’re dumb or something?”

“No! Nothing like that. Look, I'm sorry to have bothered you. See you around.”

You know you have nothing to apologize for, you’re just trying to get away without a fight. Quickly, you bolt out of the situation, speed walking away before he can twist any more of your words. You know you never knew him, but your heart still thunders with heartbreak as you come to terms with the fact that even your crush will never view you as anything other than the poor girl. The one who infiltrated their campus and darkened their doorstep with her Sketchers shoes and Shein clothes. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you tell yourself to get it together. You’re here to learn, nothing more. These Calvary jerks will be a thing of the past in a few more semesters. Only three and a half to go. You’re more than halfway through, just a little longer.

You assume after your short encounter with your tattooed antihero, he’d forget about you. But he doesn’t let it go. Only a week later you pass Sukuna on the sidewalk. To avoid confrontation you begin to speed walk out of sight when you hear a faint “oh no you don’t” followed by the sound of someone jogging. Soon a heavy hand is placed on your shoulder, “Hey, Charity.”

“That’s not my name.”

“Doesn’t matter. Hey, you free this Saturday?” you press your lips together, feeling like a trap is being set. 

“Well, I was going to focus on my research project that day. Why?”

“I’m having a get together. You’re invited.”

“You’re serious?” disbelief knocks you off kilter. Is the sexy hunk in front of you actually trying to invite you to a party?

“Yeah, here’s my number, text me and I’ll send you the address.”

In spite of your foreboding that he’s probably just trying to fuck, later that evening you message him. Quickly, he sends you his address. You’re surprised by his eagerness. Only when you enter it into your phone is it revealed that it’s directions to a soup kitchen. 

Ha. Ha. Very funny. 

What? I thought it could be helpful. You know, since money’s tight. 

I’m blocking you. I don’t have time for your stupid games. 

Wait, I’ll give you my real address, the one to the frat house. Look it up. 

You enter the new address he gives. 

You check yet?

Yes, but idk what you want me to do with this. 

Come over. 

A treacherous part of your heart wants to do it. You want so badly for him to be extending an olive branch but you know he’s not. Someone like him has no business with someone like you.

I’m sorry, I can’t. I’m busy with school and I still have to go do my work-study hours. 

Work-study? What is that?

It’s when you work at the college in exchange for tuition assistance. 

Damn. You must be broke-broke. 

No, you’re just rich-rich and tuition here is insane.  Anyways, thanks for the invite but maybe some other time. 

For a few weeks, he left you alone. Yet, for some crazy reason, you kept checking your phone, a small part of you wishing he’d text you again. The stupid part of you did at least. But he let you be, abandoning you and leaving only the normal microaggressions to keep you company. However, less than a month later his name appears on your phone once more. 

Hey Charity

Still not my name

Come over. 

Why?

I need help with class

What’d your professor say?

And admit that I’m stupid? Hell no. 

Fine. Which class?

Just come over. 

I guess. When are you free?

Tonight. 

You check your schedule and your homework agenda before responding

I can squeeze you in but you really should talk to the professor. They tend to like students who reach out to them 

Nah, that’s embarrassing. I’d rather have a peer. Plus ur the one who said you’re good at school. Be here in 2 hours?

A heavy sigh pushes its way out of your chest.

Sure. 

Is it probably a bad idea? Sure. Is it possible that one of these assholes could be a decent human being? Dear gods, you hope so. 

You step up to the brick frat house fresh from your most recent lecture, textbook and laptop still in your bag, your chunky loafers toeing against the stoop of the kitchen’s’ back door. This is a bad idea, your gut knows it, but hope spurs you on. Your shaking fist raises and raps a quick knock against the door after you text Sukuna you’re here. 

It sounds loud inside. Certainly not an environment for studying. Then the door swings open and the smell of cigarettes, weed, and alcohol waft past the threshold. You cough while you wave your hand in front of your face. 

“This is where you live? How can you concentrate?”

He shrugs. “You get used to it. Why, you live in a public library or sumin’?” You scowl at him before he turns around and walks away. You assume you’re supposed to follow him so you step lightly into the house and close the door behind you. 

The place looks nothing like it smells. Your eyes oogle at the white kitchen with marble countertops and stainless steel appliances. The floors are black and white printed tiles, like what you see in the movies. There’s Corinthian columns framing the entrance to the living room where the floors switch over to hardwood. This frat house looks more like a governor’s mansion than a college student dwelling. Once you enter what looks like a parlor off the side of the living room, you see a group of men piled on various black leather couches surrounding a stripper pole. Disgust flares your nose. These men seriously go off to college and use their parents’ money to pay for strippers?

“What? You don’t like it?” Sukuna turns to look at you.

“Why would you even need that?” you say gesturing to the metal in the middle of the room.

“To help girls like you. You said you earn money for tuition by working for the college. We thought we’d offer you some employment for your ‘work-study’.”

Your jaw drops in outrage. “Are you serious?!”

“Hey Sukuna, is this that girl you were talking about?”

Your head snaps over to where three of the men stand up and stride over to you.

“Yeah, she’s not half bad.” one says, trying to take your backpack from you while the other sniffs your face. You rip away from them when the third snakes his arm around your waist and reaches up to grab your breast. You stomp on his foot and start backing away towards the kitchen.

“You fucking asshole! I work in the libraries and department offices! Not as a damn stripper for your amusement!”

“Why are you getting so bent out of shape, Charity?” He pretends like the question is innocent but his eyes gleam with mirth.

“Just fucking leave me alone!” You storm out of the house, tears streaming down your face. But before you pass their manicured lawn you make sure to block Sukuna’s number. The too-hot-for-his-own-good asshole is not going to bother you again. You will never come back here and you will never believe another word he says.

Meanwhile back at the house Sukuna’s laughing, enjoying how perfectly you took the bait.

“Damn, does being poor put a stick up your ass” his friend Mahito asks still sitting on the couch.

“Yeah, any of the other girls would’ve played along just to keep getting invited over here” Geto piles on, sinking back down in one of the leather chairs.

“That’s cause half the girls at this school have daddy issues. I bet her’s was never too busy with work to ignore his family” Sukuna mocks, waiving off your outrage as he takes a seat on one of the recliners among his buddies.

“Psh, fuck that. Daddy issues keep my bed warm,” the long-haired frat bro continues.

“Geto and his stage 5 clingers, no wonder you have so many.”

“What can I say? I like when they call me daddy.” he shrugs

Sukuna chuckles at Geto, still feeling smug about pulling one over on you. He enjoyed your attention more than he thought he would. Usually, when he fucks with girls it’s not this fun. Yet, part of him wishes you played along. There’s something hot about you, especially when you’re mad. You're small and petite with thick thighs and perfect tits hidden under your cheap clothes. If he could’ve gotten you half naked before pissing you off, he’d probably try to fuck you in front of the entire house. But you’d never allow that, you’re not like other girls. You have more dignity than these rich sluts and a fire that only comes from someone who worked for everything they have. All that might, contained in your little frame, makes him ache in a familiar way.

Later that night Sukuna’s lying in bed thinking of more ways to mess with you. He can’t seem to get you out of his head. Especially the way you yelled at him. The balls on you. He decided he wants more. Time for the next phase in his plan to get you into his bed. Surely a poor girl like you would do anything to be with someone rich like him. So in a classic move, he texts you

Hey, you up?

Only the blue iPhone bubble turns green. …She blocked me.

The next day you're traveling across campus, running from one class to the next, trying to make it to the math building on the other side of campus when a giant shadow appears behind you. Anger immediately flares in your chest, knowing who that shape belongs to. You come to a halt, spinning on your heel. 

“What do you want? You gonna try to hire me as a prostitute next?”

You almost miss the anger on his face before he spits his venom. “No one rejects me! Especially not some charity case.”

“So you’re pissed that I walked out on your little perverted party? You thought I should be grateful to you for insulting and demeaning me?!”

“Blocking my number was the wrong move, princess.”

“Oh, so I'm a princess now. Fuck off. Some of us are actually here to learn.”

You take a single step before his muscled hand grabs your bicep. Why does he care this much? You’re supposed to be for sport? Maybe it’s just the insult that a nobody like you would dare stand up to someone like him. “Don’t walk away from me.” he growls, not understanding his own anger.

“Watch me.” you bite back, your eyes narrowing. 

Shocked, Sukuna accidentally lets go. You seize the opportunity and stomp away so livid you can taste iron in your mouth from frustration. Still amazed that anyone, especially some nobody, would defy him like that, the herculean king of campus just stands there, watching your retreating figure. Part of him mad, part of him impressed, and most of him suddenly bored and ready to find a new toy. 

Months go by without a word from your ex-crush. Blocking him was definitely the right move as much as it hurts to look at your phone and realize he’s one of the only people who texted you all semester. Fortunately, you also figured out how to avoid him by staying away from areas where Greek life likes to hang out. However, the dumb part of your brain is slightly sad that the powerful and fearsome Sukuna lost interest in you.

Then you think back to that day at the frat house and you can’t believe you ever liked that walking trash can. You guess the outside doesn’t always match the inside, but why does it have to look so damn appealing? His absence is for the best. He’d only destroy your life if he continued to be in it but, when the new spring term started the last thing you expected was for Ryomen Sukuna to walk into your chemistry lab. 

Fuck

Seeing him before he sees you, you discreetly tuck your head to the side, letting your long brown hair obscure your face. Your mind races, calculating how you’re going to navigate the semester without him realizing you’re there. However, minutes into the beginning of class, the TA reads off your lab partners for the semester and as fate would have it, yours is the polished turd himself. 

You glance across the room, mouth agape, to find a devious smile grinning back at you, his lips stretching ear to ear with his canines prominently on display…

“Everyone, go sit next to your partners!” the strong voice of your teacher’s assistant calls.

However, you’re glued to your seat. You can’t believe your rotten luck and watch in horror as Sukuna grabs his bag, slinging it over his shoulder, and walks towards you. The way his eyes pierce through the room and fixate on you makes you feel more like wounded prey as he wolfishly descends upon your lab table. Those red eyes never leaving your brown ones. 

He pulls out the stool next to yours and takes a seat, his gigantic frame shadowing your much smaller one even as you sit up straighter.

“Well, well, well, guess you’re forced to unblock my number now. Aren’t you, Charity?”

Masterlist I Chapter 2

[detectivestucks2]

Caged by Obsession

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Modern day Sukuna x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, oral male and female receiving, nipple play, unprotected penetration, many mentions of rape, toxic/dark romance.

Summary: Criminal mastermind Sukuna notices you while partying at a club. Without ever speaking to you, he's made up his mind that you're to be his. Slowly, his obsession builds until he decides you're safest by his side. He saw, so he took.

Art Credit: @innaillus

Word Count: 6.5k

Atop the roof there’s a neon sign humming while below its inhabitants bump to the beat of the music, grinding their bodies against the person they want between their legs. It’s an erotic scene on the dance floor and from the booth, crime lord Ryomen Sukuna has a woman straddled on his lap, his tongue shoved down her throat as she moans like a damned prostitute. 

She’s hot, but desperate. He enjoys the easy manipulation of an eager slut but they never hold his attention for long. Even now, while his dick is hard and pressed against this whore’s heat, his eyes have wandered over to you. One look and his new target is marked. You’ve officially become his next hunt.

Desire rises in him like a plague. Driven mad with want for you Sukuna drags this strumpet from his lap and into the bathroom where he fucks into her like she’s the very thing he wants. He imagines your pretty, innocent face. He wonders what it would look like all scrunched up in pleasure. He even wonders if you’ve been with a real man. You look like the type that probably only knows the touch of some prissy asshole who scooped you up and used you to bring home a nice girl to his ‘country club parents.’ The same kind of boy that fucked you till he came but didn’t give a rats ass about pleasuring you. Idiots. Most men don’t recognize a quality woman when they see one, but not Sukuna. One look at you laughing in the corner with your friends and he knew, you’re it.

As he pumps inside of this random bimbo bent over in the bathroom stall he continues to picture your face, imagining you unraveling around his cock, cuming on his manhood again and again, till her screams are your screams. After the deed is done he tosses the condom in the trash and washes his dick, telling the girl to beat it. 

She calls him an asshole and he flips her the bird telling her next time to not be so desperate. 

After tucking himself away in his pants, he rejoins the scene on the dancefloor, his eyes drawn to you. Back in his booth, he spends hours ignoring the women in his lap. He stares over the rim of his glass, watching your adorable, uncomfortable smile as man after man approaches you. He feels the familiar obsession rise in his gut, the need, the impulses, the compulsion to scare away every hopeful boy within a mile of you. It’s not a good look on him, but it’s the closest thing he knows to love, and so his hunt begins.

It doesn’t matter how many girls approach Sukuna throughout the night, how many crawl onto him to feel on his muscled body or trace the lines of his tattoos, his eyes always swerve back to you. Your flowing hair, your fitted dress, your dainty heels, even the way your head tilts back when you laugh, it’s perfection. So when you walk towards the exit, Sukuna rises, dropping the girls who were sitting in his lap and allowing them to fall to the floor where they curse his name. He doesn’t give a damn about their yells and their threats. None of that matters when the most beautiful woman has left his vision. Deep need drives him. He must see you again, so he follows you to your car, stepping quickly to beat you too it and open the door for you. 

The gesture causes you to flinch, terrified that a huge man, reminiscent of a mafia member, just appeared out of nowhere and grabbed your car door. Dumbfounded, you gaze up at him and his baby pink hair as he smiles down at you, his sharp canines glinting in the streetlight. With your mind trying to catch up with reality, you start to get into the driver’s seat when he leans down and whispers into your ear. “Keep your eyes open, sweet cheeks, you’ll be seeing a lot more of me.”

A tidal wave of chills splash down your arms and back. This can’t be happening. Not to you and not with a man like this. You sink into your seat refusing to look back at him. Your hands grip the steering wheel tight while dread fills your vessel, cause you know this is the beginning of a long game that will end very, very badly for you. 

Three to seven times a day for the next three weeks a pink sports car circles your block regularly, patrolling the area for your residency and scouting for anyone who might approach it. You know it has to be his, it matches his hair perfectly. Even more frequently, there are men in suits stationed nearby as if guarding you. Whatever crazy claim is happening here, you have no clue how it started or why it’s you he wants. The only thing you do know is that you’re dealing with power and wealth far beyond your own. 

The constant watchdog of men on your block makes you feel unsafe in your own home. What was once your place of peace is now your prison. You’re unsure whether to stay or go. If you leave he might abduct you, but if you cower in your home where he’s watching you, it’s only a matter of time before he breaks in. So do you want to be a sitting duck or not? 

After much deliberation, you chose to go out. If you’re going to fall into this man’s clutches, you might as well enjoy your time before it happens and you might as well leave plenty of evidence on CCTV. You head over to your closet searching for something memorable to wear so that security cameras and eyewitnesses can track you. Sitting in front of your vanity, you begin to elaborately style your hair and don your loudest outfit. A nice hot pink mini dress and hot pink platform heels to match seem like your best option. Surely, bystanders will remember the kidnapping of Barbie. It’s your safest bet. So with a brave face you slip into the garage and drive away to a busy club, checking over your shoulder for your new entourage every few seconds.

It doesn’t take long for three black sedans to appear in your rearview mirror. Your stalker's goons aren’t easy to shake either. You race down side streets and take one way roads hoping they can’t follow, yet soon even that damn pink sports car is in the mix and you know he has officially joined their ranks. Great. 

You pull up to the entrance and toss your keys over to the valet while you wrestle your way to the front of the line, trying to get into the club before your rose tipped stalked makes an appearance. Just as you’re about to walk in, you hear the screeching of tires and the sound of a car door opening. You look back in horror to see he’s here and sprinting towards you. You attempt to run but suddenly you’re strongarmed out of the line. 

A piercing cry wails from your lungs, realizing this is it. This is where he abducts you. Anger and  possession sign the grip he has on your arm as he’s shaking you during his interrogation

“Who are you dressing like that for?”

“The eyewitnesses of my abduction” 

“What do you mean? Your phone tap didn’t indicate any danger? Tell me, who’s coming after you?”

“What do you mean who?! You! Your men! You’re the danger!”

“So your response is to go to a club? That’s the dumbest move I’ve ever seen! People get trafficked from clubs every day.”

“It’s the only place I can go in this outfit” you admit, a little defeated. 

“Stupid girl, and what men do you think you’re bringing home dressed like this?”

“None! I have a crazy man outside my house with pink hair and the entire crew of Men In Black! Both my dating life and my sex life are over thanks to you!” The anger in you bubbles up just as you try to rip your arm from his grasp but curse his strong grip, it holds you fast.

“Ridiculous woman, you’re coming with me before you get yourself raped.”

“NO!” you scream as he flings you over his shoulder like a sack of flour. You continue to scream, “No! Let me down! HELP!” as your legs kick and your fists beat at his bulging back. The bouncers of the club approach your captor but Sukuna’s men warn them off with a lie that you’re his drunk little sister. This satisfies their worries so they allow Sukuna to cart you off despite your desperate screams and pleas. 

Your voice begins to grow hoarse so you thrash more violently. Tired of your antics, Sukuna harshly spanks your ass. “Behave!” The sting is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. Surely he left a bruise, the blood is probably pooling beneath your skin as he walks.  

“I’m not letting you abduct me! I won’t let you rape or traffic me! HELP!”

“Woman, I swear I will drug your ass if you don’t stop.”

One of the men behind Sukuna pulls out a leather pouch and begins filling a syringe. Tears start streaming down your face as you realize no one is coming to help you. You stop fighting, at least for now. It’s better to be conscious and wait to run, than unconscious and raped. Your lip quivers with your despair as you come to grips with what’s actually happening. A few more sways with Sukuna’s long stride and you’re shoved inside his pink sports car, the door slamming in your face with the child locks already on. 

You tremble in your seat, your body quaking in terror as you calculate your options. Through the windshield you see that man pass Sukuna the syringe. Part of you considers attempting to grab it and use it on him, though you dismiss the thought cause you don’t want a plan whose outcome has you dying in a car accident. Fuck what do I do?! 

Sukuna comes around the driver’s side and slides into the luxurious leather seat as if this is a casual Tuesday, his canines on full display while his hungry gaze strips you naked. 

“Where are you taking me?”

“Home.”

You try to hide your shock, so instead you respond coldly, “Good.”

At least he’s taking me home. Maybe I can come back tomorrow and get my car. Then I’ll try to run for real.

With that, the engine roars to life and Sukuna slams on the gas, lurching the car forward as he screeches out of the parking lot. The car jerks with each shifts of the gears, Sukuna manually working the transmission, cause why wouldn’t he have a car you couldn’t steal and drive away in? Fuck me, I have no options.

Your eyes scan him up and down. You’ve never really had a chance to look at the man. Your first encounter was after a night of drinking when he insisted on opening your car door for you. At the time it was dark and all you could really see was his pink hair, his face tattoos…and the fact that he is a behemoth of a man. Now, here sitting in the car, you have time to notice the finer details like his black painted nails, the tattoos around his wrists and shoulders and just how defined all of his muscles are through his shirt. Even the cuffs of his rolled up sleeves strain around the girth of his forearms. I really am going to die at this man’s hands. 

If you weren’t so scared you’d almost be attracted to him, but you know better. He’s going to rape you and sell you off to the highest bidder. You’re absolutely done for. You’ll be lucky if he doesn’t pass you around to his henchmen first. But for now, at least you’ll be on house arrest in your own home. Except…

“You missed the turn to my street.”

“We’re not going down your street.”

“You said you were taking me home!”

“I am. To my home.”

The tears instantly well up and spill down your cheeks. He tricked you. “I’ll kill myself before I let you sell me.” You whisper through your grief.

“Good, I like ‘em feisty. I wouldn’t want you to be anything less if you’re to be my woman.”

“If you- wait… your woman?” In an instant your despair fills to rage, “I don’t even know your name, psycho!”

“Ryomen Sukuna, psycho is my middle name, along with many other distasteful words.”

“Well I’m not your woman, Ryomen. I’ll never be.”

“You speak as if you know a thing about me. Too bad for you, if I want something, I take it.”

“Including abducting women for fun. Great.”

“I’m protecting you from yourself, sweet cheeks. It’s better me than someone else.”

“Oh yes, cause a syringe full of ‘night-night drugs’ is better than a drunk makeout session at a club.”

“You act like that’s the worst that would’ve happened if I let you stay. I’ve been patrolling your street for weeks. You have no security, no defenses, even your social media is public. Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?”

“Well when some crazy man named Ryomen Sukuna decides to stalk you, yeah! I’m pretty sure I know how dangerous it is! Look at where I’m sitting!!!!”

“Stalking? I was guarding you. I’m paying men overtime for a protection detail. Do you have any idea how much money your carefree lifestyle is costing me?”

“I DIDN’T ASK FOR A PROTECTION DETAIL!! You are seriously going to sit  here and act like I should be grateful to you?! Last I checked, THIS IS NOT CONSENTUAL!”

“Don’t raise your voice at me. I do not tolerate disrespect.”

“Disre- do you even know what respect is?! Cause this isn’t it.”

“Says the girl shouting at me after I saved her from a trafficking ring.”

“As far as I know, you are the trafficking ring.” you say crossing your arms, feeling more mad than scared now. 

Sukuna growls in frustration before pulling out his phone. He dials someone before holding the receiver up to his ear. “I need you to go back to the lady’s home and pick up at least two weeks worth of clothing. Please select the more respectable side of her wardrobe. Yes, take Uraume with you, they’ll know my expectations.” He hangs up and shoves the device back in his pants pocket.

“Two?! Two weeks! Oh, no no nonononono. I am not staying with you for two weeks!”

“Yes, you are. You can’t be trusted living on your own. I won’t allow you to stay by yourself again until your entire house has been outfitted with security measures and I’ve found sufficient staff to keep you safe.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?! We’re not even dating. I just learned your name!”

“I saw you. I claimed you. You are mine whether you like it or not, sweet cheeks.”

“Stop calling me that!”

“I will once you start behaving like a lady again.”

You huff and cross your arms but your anger bleeds dry once you notice the neighborhood you’re entering. The houses are massive with lawns perfectly manicured by the gods. At the very end of the cul-de-sac is a giant gate embellished by two lions. Your jaw runs slack as the bars pull open and the pink rims of Sukuna’s car roll over a brick driveway leading all the way to a five-car garage.

Once in park, Sukuna rounds his car before opening your door and offering his hand. Reluctantly you take it, standing up and realizing even in these platform heels, you’re at least 8 inches shorter than your captor. Your lips part as you gaze up at him, his eyes dropping to them from the action. He licks his pink flesh before thickly swallowing and leading you inside.

“Do you need anything to eat or drink?”

“No” you say defiantly, but a well-timed growl of your stomach betrays you. His eyes pan down and back up again. 

“Why don’t I believe you?”

“Cause you’re a kidnapping jerk.”

“You’d have to be a kid for me to kidnap you. I believe the correct term for what I did is ‘finders keepers.’”

You roll your eyes as you stride through the lavish kitchen. Quickly, Sukuna grabs your wrist in a vice grip, turning you towards him. “Do that again and you’ll regret it.” he warns, his voice stern.

Silently you nod your head, terrified once again at the sudden shift in his mood.

As if nothing happened, his hand slides back to your palm, gripping you while he continues to lead. “Let me show you where you’ll be sleeping.” His hand shifts to your hip, dangerously low on your backside. The touch is gentle but the implications are possessive. He guides you up a grand, curved staircase, marble laid on the floors and polished wood composing the handle. The sound of your heels click with each step, his grip tightening like you're going to fall at any second. 

You can’t tell if he’s only taking care of you because you’ve been randomly chosen as his prized possession or if he’s worried you’ll try to escape, but you think you’ve answered your own question when he opens floor to ceiling double doors, revealing a maroon bedroom with a king size four post bed. 

“You’re kidding. This is my room, you whisper in wonder.”

“It’s our room, sweet cheeks.”

You look at him in horror. “I am not sharing a room with you.”

“I run a criminal organization, baby. I trust my men but not around a pretty girl. You’re staying with me.”

“You bring me here cause my home ‘isn’t safe enough’ only to take me to a criminal lion's den that’s so dangerous I can’t leave your side?! How is that any better?!” 

Sukuna’s hand flies to your throat. “Enough of the attitude!”

“It’s not attitude, it’s opinions and self preservation.”

Your words wheeze through his grasp. He walks you towards the wall, his hand closed around your column. You tip toe backwards till there’s nowhere left to run. 

“You don’t know this city like I do, baby.” You grunt at his words earning you a tighter grip. “And you don’t know me. The only way to keep you safe is for you to be next to me or locked in my private torture cells. I’ll do the latter if I have to.” Your eyes widen at his threat. “Until then, I can think of something better for that pretty mouth to do. What’d you think?” His hips pointedly grind up against you, the bulge in his pants catching and lifting your short hem.

Your hands fly to his grip, struggling to free yourself as you squeeze your eyes in terror.  Sukuna simply responds with a gentle kiss to your cheek before releasing  you to walk towards his closet. 

You run towards the doors, aiming to flee from him but they snap shut as if of their own accord. 

“Uh, uh, uh, silly woman, I have a remote control to every door in this house. You’re not slipping through my clutches.” 

You stomp your heel, infuriated by his tricks. He swaggers back over to you carrying one of his buttondown shirts. “Here, put this on.”

You look at it like it’s dipped in disease. “What’s wrong with my current clothes?”

He stares back at you half amused, half annoyed, “If I look at you in that dress for another second, I’m going to force you to your knees and make you take my cock between your lips. Either cover yourself, or get on the ground.”

You snatch the shirt and immediately dive into the fabric. It’s humungous on you, the hem nearly falls to your knees and the shoulders drop to your biceps. Sukuna chuckles lightly and comes over to help you roll up the cuffs so your hands can poke out the ends of the sleeves. 

“What’s so funny?”

“You look ridiculously cute in my shirt. Also, I still wanna fuck you, but at least now I can think straight.”

“You're insufferable. However, if that’s the case, does that mean I can go home now? You know, now that your faculties are in order.”

“Not on your life, sweet cheeks.”

“You said you’d stop calling me that.” you grumble under your breath. 

“Once you start acting like a lady again. You’re not being a lady yet. Come, I need to feed you.”

You ditch your heels in Sukuna’s room and trail after him bare footed down the stairs and back to his enormous kitchen that you pray is fully stocked. His hand winds its way back around your waist, pulling you close to his side. This time with the extra fabric of his shirt, the touch feels less suggestive. 

Once down in the kitchen, Sukuna turns on the under cabinet lighting, keeping things dim as you rock hopefully near the pantry door, anxious to see how rich people eat. Before he has time to turn the nob, a tall burly man enters urgently, carrying a large case, “Sir, we have the lady’s things. Where would you like them?”

“In my room.”

The man moves to the stairs when Sukuna barks, “Not you. Uraume will be taking them.”

“Of course sir.”

Sukuna gives a gruff nod and the man leaves your suitcase at the foot of the stairs. You gaze up at Sukuna confused as he grumbles about his men ‘trying to perve’ and ‘being in your house was invasive enough.’ 

You have to blink a couple times because it doesn’t make sense. How is this dangerous stranger so protective over you? What on earth broke in this man’s brain to make him go to these extremes to have you captive in his ‘safehouse?’ Just as your eyes fall away from him, you catch a woman, or is it a man, you’re not sure, but they’re pale as a ghost minus the red in their hair, grab your suitcase and head upstairs with it. That must be the one Sukuna mentioned. The one he said he trusted to know his ‘expectations.’ 

You turn back to your sorta ‘knight in shining armor’ just in time for him to swing open the pantry, “There we go. Pick anything you want.”

Your eyes widen. He has every snack imaginable. This is going to be a nightmare when you’re PMS-ing next week. He has no idea how fat you’re going to get if all of this is on hand during your period. Stepping into the space, you glide your fingers along the seams of the different packaging, ogling at your prospects till you land on a package of “Hello Panda” strawberry filled cookies. Curling your fingers around the bag, you pull it off the shelf and spin around to find an amused Sukuna. 

“What?”

“I didn’t peg you for a sweet tooth is all.”

“If you really wanna make a girl happy, then some ice cream would be appreciated.”

“Ah, I think a girl needs to earn her ice cream first.”

Your face drops at the innuendo, to which Sukuna roars with laughter. 

“Let me heat up some supper instead. When was the last time you ate?”

“I don’t even remember if I’m being honest.”

“You take a seat, I’ll make some Italian from scratch.” 

You raise a brow at his offer. “You’re going to cook for me? Or do you have people for that.”

“I have people for that, but today, I’ll make it for you.”

Sukuna heads over to the fridge to pull out a carton of eggs and then swings by the pantry for flour when you realize holy crap, he’s literally going to make pasta noodles from scratch! Your stomach gurgles so you rip open your bag of cookies and pop two in your mouth while you take a seat at the kitchen island and watch this terrifying monster spoil you with carbs. He smiles over at you, enjoying your attention. For weeks he’s been watching you but now it’s your turn to watch him. He looks so sexy and domestic as he whisks the eggs and slowly incorporates the flour surrounding them. Soon a dough ball is formed and he’s rolling it under his palm, looking up every few seconds to check on you. 

Your head falls to the fist of your propped up elbow, watching dreamily as the scary, hard as nails, criminal mastermind, rolls pasta dough through a press just to feed your late night cravings. How did he go from scaring you to tears and threatening to drug you, to doting on you like a princess? The realization of how fast events have turned brings unease to your stomach. You sicken yourself with your musings. I thought he was sexy. Holy fuck I’m falling in love with my kidnapper. Crap! But another happy glance from pink-haired Sukuna raises your gooseflesh in a treacherous way. I literally have no survival instincts. 

However, just as the thought comes, the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. The clunking of heavy boots walks closer and soon a man is standing in the doorway of the kitchen. Perhaps I have survival instincts after all.

“Hey boss…” but then his eyes catch sight of you. This newcomer strides over and stands behind you, playing with a lock of your hair. “Who are you sweetheart? Did you get lost?” 

You shrink in your seat realizing just how true your earlier misgivings were. 'I trust my men but not around a pretty girl.' That’s what Ryomen said and not even a half hour later it’s happening.

Calmly, Sukuna sets down the pasta and walks over to his man standing behind you. Your eyes trail his movements, wondering if this is the moment you should run. Yet just as you blink, there’s a thud and a crack. You realize Sukuna socked his henchman in the face and broke the finger that was playing with your hair only a second ago. The man stumbles back while Sukuna stands up tall, his fist red. 

“What the fuck, boss?!”

“Dont. Touch. What’s. Mine. Got it?”

“She’s just a whore. What’s the deal?”

“SHE’S NOT-” he begins to yell, but then he takes a deep breath. “She’s not some whore. She is the lady of this house, and you will show her some damn respect.”

The man bleeding from his face with his finger pointed at an impossible angle glances over at you and apologizes profusely before Sukuna tells him to go see the on-call doctor.

You gulp, unsure how to feel about the situation. What normally happens to girls here? What do Sukuna’s men do to them? Then there’s how quickly Sukuna became violent, the speed of it, shouldn’t that scare you? But the fact that he stood up for you and protected you. A part of you feels warmth towards him. Stockholm syndrome here I come.

His large hand grabs your waist and pulls you up out of your seat. He encases you in a hug and coos in your ear. “I’m sorry if I scared you. No one’s going to touch you here. Other than me of course, but you will be respected in this house. Do you understand?”

You nod against his chest and feel the lightest of kisses on the top of your head, before Sukuna resumes placing the pasta in boiling water and pulling out a sauce pan to make fresh alfredo. After several minutes of leaning against the granite counter, openly staring at him, he reaches for a dish to plate your pasta. When he faces you, he sets the noodles down before hooking his hands under your armpits and lifting you up to set you down atop the dark stone that decorates the kitchen island.

With a quick peck to your forehead, he hands you your meal and stands adjacent to you, watching you eat. His gaze is both fierce and adoring. There’s this heat in his eyes as he watches you shovel noodles into your mouth unceremoniously. The intensity is enough to make you blush. 

“So, tell me about yourself.” you ask to break the silence. 

“Me?”

“Yeah. I’m wearing your clothes, about to be your roommate and you just fed me. If anything, this is like a really weird first date. So I repeat, tell me about yourself”

“Well, there’s not a lot I can disclose to you.”

“Yet.”

“Ever. I’d never tell you anything that could put you in harm's way.”

“Soooo illegal shit.”

He smirks, “Yeah, illegal shit.”

“Is it dangerous?”

“Extremely.”

“Do you hurt people?”

“Yes.”

“Do they deserve it?”

“Definately.”

“Would you hurt me?”

He pushes himself off the counter and places his hands on top of your thighs, grazing them up towards your hips. “Only if you earned it. But I’d never do anything that makes you bleed.”

Your eyes widen as they stare at his face, impossibly close to yours. His hands continue their journey against your skin till they reach back for the fat of your ass. Then suddenly you get his implication. He intends to punish you in the bedroom. That’s still terrifying but not nearly in the same way you were terrified a moment ago. Your eyes drop to his lips as you swallow. 

That cocky grin of his stretches his lips. “You nervous?”

“Yes” you whisper back

“Good.”

He snatches the plate out of your hands and yanks you close to him by your knees now neatly draped on either side of his waist. His lips are crashing into your’s, devouring the remnants of the alfredo on your tongue. You can barely breathe from the sudden turn of events and how turned on you are by his ambush. The fabric of his shirt thinly disguises the peaks of your breasts as they stiffen in response to his demanding touch. 

You’re his. This he needs you to know beyond a doubt. If you were banking on freedom, you will be sorely disappointed upon withdrawal. From the second he scooped you over his shoulder, that was the end to whatever independence you thought you were going to have. You’re his woman now and there will be no tolerance for any games. 

Once again, Sukuna grinds his pelvis up into you but this time he’s nestled between your thighs and you can feel the outline of his package through the lace of your thong. He groans from the way you clench at his touch, the heat of your center radiating through his dress slacks. 

“Fuck baby, I’m going to take care of all your needs tonight. You hear me?”

You hum in response, your lips still seeking out his. “No more fucking boys, you’re getting dicked down by a man this time and every time after. I’ll make sure you come so hard you forget your own name.” 

His hand cups your breast and pinches your nipple through the cloth of his shirt. You cry out into his mouth as he licks the inside of your cavern, commanding your tongue with his. 

Everything about him makes you wet. The smell of his cologne, the press of his shirt, the strength of his grip, the bite of his teeth on your lip, everything is carefully calculated to impress you. 

Your fingers travel to his hair, toying with the tresses while his hands lower to his/your shirt masquerading as a dress. His deft fingers quickly undo the buttons, exposing your chest so he can openly gawk at the outline of your areolas and lick the soft skin around them. Sukuna bows his head, allowing his tongue to travel the expanse of your chest. He murmurs soft praises between kisses, randomly biting down with those sharp teeth and tearing cries from your throat. Each mark upon your body earns him a tug of his strands while your hips rock, searching for his comfort.

He stands back up to his full height, looking dazed and pussy drunk. The need in his gaze makes you squeeze around nothing causing your eyes to drop to Sukuna’s pants. A curl of his lips reads your mind and soon his fingers travel toward your core. They rub over the lace of your panties, circling around your clit and dragging against the fabric, creating enough friction to drive you wild. 

Sukuna pushes your chest down and sinks to his knees, yanking your legs back to the edge of the island’s counter once more. With a restraining grip, hooking his arms around your thighs, the pink-haired monster pulls your panties to the side, then flattens his tongue and runs it up the entirety of your sex. You flinch, but once he points his tongue and sinks it into the seam of your lips, you melt into his face, grinding your hips against his nose and moaning without thought to your volume. 

It’s not till he captures your clit between his teeth and bites down that you realize you’re screaming. “Fuck Ryomen!” 

“That’s it baby, scream my name. I need every ear in this house to hear you.”

A bolt of panic slices through your pleasure and you try to push him off of you. “Oh my gods, there are other people in this house. Oh my gods!” 

But Sukuna simply rises to his full height, his lips stretched as he springs his cock free from the confines of his pants. “You’re right baby, this is a house full of people.” He lines his tip up with your entrance, “and they’re gonna hear you scream.” 

He plunges his length inside your slit, fully sheathing himself in your walls. He groans and retreats before plunging back in again. You wail in pleasure, forgetting yourself under his touch while he growls, trying to get a hold of him senses . You feel so tight wrapped around him like a boa constrictor, like you were made to fit him. He drives into you again, continuing to knock the wind out of you. “Such a sweet little pussy. And she’s just for me.”

You fall back on the counter once more, breasts exposed, shirt loosely hung around your shoulders. With each punctuated thrust of Ryomen’s hips, your chest sways beneath him. Your fingers curl around the counter’s edge and your abdomen clenches from the stimulation. 

“What a good little girl for me. Letting me take care of her. Letting me dress her. Letting me feed her. You want me to feed you my dick too, baby?”

Drunkenly you nod, completely oblivious to his words. All you know is that he feels so good between your legs and you’ll do anything to have him keep going. 

“Come get it, sweet cheeks.”

He withdrawals and pulls you off the counter, guiding you down to your knees. Up close you realize how herculean his dick truly is. It’s thick and veiny, definitely the type to give you lock jaw. Your eyes cast up to him before you part your lips and accept him on your tongue. 

He presses into you, shoving his tip against your uvula. Immediately, the tang of your own arousal swirls around your mouth and coats the perimeter of your lips. Sukuna pulls out, breaking the suction and allowing you to catch your breath before he thrusts back in. This time you try to open wider, accepting him further down your throat. He happily buries himself there and uses his hand to hold you down. “3, 2, 1…” he releases you and you pull back gasping for air. “One more time baby.” He pushes in again. You look up at him, trying to breathe through your nose, “3, 2, 1… good girl.” You suck in oxygen like your life depends on it but before you’re ready he plunges down your windpipe again, pinching your nose and holding you there. “Good job baby, take my dick in your mouth. Just like that. You’re doing good for me. You ready to breathe in 3, 2, 1…” 

You rock back on your heels, your hands resting against Sukuna’s thighs, your saliva dribbling down your mouth and soaking his pants. He leans down and grabs you by your bicep, pulling you to standing and spinning you around so he can shove your face down into the cool rock of the granite kitchen island. He kicks your feet wider and then lines back up with your slit, punching into you hard before leaning down and whispering in your ear, “this is for your behavior this afternoon…”

Oh no, he’s going to hurt me.

You hear him chuckle over your shoulder as you clench around his shaft from anticipation. He rams into you, knocking your forward so your hips are flush against the lip of the countertop. He pushes in again, beginning to hammer away at your core, filling you fuller than you’ve ever been and stretching you beyond what you believed to be your limits. 

“My dear princess, I’ve been dying to redden these sweet cheeks of yours.” You stiffen at his words but then his hand fists your hair at the base of your head, holding you in place while his other palm comes down with a firm smack of your flesh. The skin ripples over your rear as you cry out in pain. It hurts nearly as much as when he spanked you on the way to his car but this time the pain is ebbed away by the overwhelming pleasure between your legs. 

His harsh thrusts continue to piston into your drenched hole as his hand comes down on your backside again. You yelp at the sting but once more are soothed by the mounting tension coiling in your navel. His hand beats against your flesh three more times, before his grip readjusts to clasp around your neck. You’re bent into a bow as he yanks backwards and then he really lets off, jackhammering into you, shaking your marbles loose. You’ve grown dumb on his cock as he rearranges your guts. Soon the air that once filled your lungs depletes and you're choking under his fingers. A weird pleasure blooms from the distress as you feel your face flush with starved blood. Something deep inside you snaps and you begin shaking under his grip, his thrusts, riding  you through an intense high you’ve never felt before. 

Your hands claw at the shiny, smooth surface of the island as your lower body twitches, writhing in pleasure. Then his pace grows erratic, his thrusts losing their tempo when he quickly pulls out and paints your backside in his spend. You feel the warm seed soak through his shirt and realize just how reckless you got with your captor. 

You spin around, looking at Sukuna horrified and embarrassed. 

The cocky grin he normally wears is even brighter than before. “Don’t worry, sweet cheeks, you never stood a chance against me.” Humiliated, your entire face reddens while his hands pull you into a hug. “Also you better get used to it cause you’re mine now. You understand?” A strange mix of terror and arousal blend in your stomach at his words. “Now, let me get you that ice cream.”

Masterlist

[detectivestucks2]

Geto's Three Little Reasons: Reason 3

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Suguru Geto x F!Reader

Summary: During your training with Geto you realize there is more going on than you care to admit. You convince yourself it can't be and in your denial Geto breaks into your room.

Warnings: NSFW, nipple play, unprotected penetration.

Word Count: 5.7k

Reason 1 I Reason 2

You hear hushed stories and giggling from the back of the house where Geto is entertaining your sisters. It’s sweet how he becomes a different person around them. More fun and lighthearted but still stern where it counts. 

The way he loves them; he’s more of a father to them than your real father ever was and ever would’ve been. Witnessing moments like these make it hard to keep your heart under control. He may have a dark mission but he steals your breath each time he’s near. 

You wish he could feel the same but that’s impossible; not when you’re the very thing he hates. Your stomach, that was just floating with butterflies thinking of him, now sinks under the weight of an anvil. He’ll never feel that way about you. You’re friends at best and that should be enough. 

You scrub the dishes a little harder, trying to forget your feelings when a large hand is placed on your shoulder. 

“That plate looks clean. Why are you scrubbing it so hard?”

You jump in surprise, quickly rinsing the dish in hand before turning to face him fully. “What can I help you with, Master Suguru?”

“Change into some gym clothes and meet me outside once you’re done here.”

You nod and turn back to the remainder of your dishes, giving them a quick scrub before rinsing and setting them out to dry. 

In your room you rustle through your limited wardrobe for something to wear. You’re not exactly a fashionista or anything but you also like to look put together, mostly to compensate for your less-than-perfect skin. You especially like to look nice around Geto. It’s silly but you feel out of place otherwise. He’s always scrutinizing you, the monkey he let move into his house. You’d prefer to dress nice, if only to give him one less thing to be disappointed in.

Rifling through your dresser, you’re lamenting your lack of athleisure. Gym clothes haven’t really been on the shopping list since you don’t work out regularly. You are slim enough and the girls’ schooling keeps you too busy to really think about self-care…something you ought to prioritize if you’re being honest with yourself. But circling back to the problem at hand, you rummage through and find a pair of plain yoga pants. You slip into them and smile that they match the sports bra you’re already wearing (cause truthfully it’s the only thing that’s comfortable once your chest is a certain size). You just need to find a normal shirt.

Leafing through the tops in your drawer, most of which are business casual, you find a pretty, white, off the shoulder top. After pulling it over your head, you consider the outfit complete, toss your hair into a high pony and head out to meet your master.

Stepping onto the soft grass of the back yard, your gaze flicks up to your favorite man who waits patiently with his hair half up. You note that’s the way he keeps it when he’s headed out on business so he must be very serious about this. The look is very flattering on him, it always makes your chest tight and has your fingers flexing to card through the midnight strands. 

Geto stands there regarding you, the corner of his lip tugs up before he gives an approving nod, making your skin pebble. “Come.” 

You step forward and he hands you a pair of slightly oversized black round glasses. They look perfectly ordinary, no prescription, no special tint, just clear lenses. 

“Put them on. I need to see if they fit.”

You push the glasses up the bridge of your nose, setting the ear pieces in place. “They seem to fit fine.” 

“Do a cartwheel for me.”

“What?!” you don’t mean to sound so skeptical but it was such a random request that you couldn’t keep the sass out of your voice.

“I need to see if they’re tight enough to stay on during combat.”

“Oh.” you nod and comply, wondering if he knew you could actually do a cartwheel or if he just assumed. 

Arms crossed over his chest, allowing his biceps to steal your attention, he nods, satisfied with the fit. 

“Next I need to check if they work.”

With a hand raised, a small ball comes from his palm, expanding until a horrifying creature emerges. It’s misshapen with far too many eyes and makes strange noises that you’ve never heard before. It somewhat reminds you of something from a freakshow and you stammer back, tripping over a rock and falling on your behind. 

“Suguru! What is that?!”

Geto rushes forward, stooping down to help you up. “You can see it then?” 

“Yes!” your heart thunders in your chest with fear. “The girls said they were scary but how did they sleep knowing these things could pop up at any second?”

“It’s okay, this one won’t hurt you. It’s under curse manipulation. That’s the name of my technique.”

“Your ability is to control them?”

“Yes, I have many spirits within my arsenal.”

“Do they all look the same?”

“Not at all, but most of them are just as ugly.”

“Joy, so glad I can see these things now.” Your sarcasm is thick but you do genuinely appreciate that you have a way to see the things your sisters see. “I guess the next step is to fight them, then?”

“Correct. I had to scrounge up some cursed tools for you but I think these should do.” 

Geto walks over to a nearby bag. It looks like a soft case for a rifle but once Geto kicked it open, it unraveled to reveal two knives, a sword, and a spear.

“Suguru, I really don’t think I’ll be any good with a katana.”

“Yes you will. I’ll make sure of it. First we work on the foundations-”

“-like not cutting myself.”

“-Yes, like not cutting yourself, and then we build up your strength so your movements are effective.”

Eyes full of doubt, you gaze up at Geto, “You really think I can do this?”

“Yes.” he states point blank, completely certain. “Just remember to stab them with the sharp end.”

A grimace spans your face as you bite the inside of your cheek. You want to shove him for his mockery but instead you grab one of the daggers. “Fine. Show me.”

Geto’s hand gently takes the blade from you and places it back in the case. “First we learn to walk. I need you to know how to use your fists and feet before you use a knife. Hands up and punch me.”

“No way! I can’t hit you!”

“I know you can’t, and trust me, you won’t.”

“But what if I do.”

“You won’t”

“But what if I-”

“Woman, trust me, you won’t!” You purse your lips and throw one of your fists at his face. He easily dodges it. “Like I said, you won’t”

“Fine, I’ll punch you.”

“You won’t.” Feeling frustrated you try again, this time you start to mean it. “Ha! Now she has some fight in her.”

Feeling even more indigent you go again, pumping your fist out towards his face. With reflexes way quicker than anything you could have foreseen, your punching fist is now twisted behind your back where Geto stands, trapped in his clutches. His hot breath fans over your neck, causing your eyes to close for just a second before you start to wiggle in his grip. 

“Hey! Let go!”  you demand, only slightly aroused by the compromising position. 

“Or what?” Geto taunts, his length treacherously hardening from being close to you. It twitches with anticipation and he has half a mind to forgo the lesson entirely when you stomp on his foot. 

His grip loosens and you slip out, feeling a short-lived victory before you realize Geto is laughing at you. 

With arms crossed over your chest, you give him a glaring look, “That’s not very nice Suguru.”

“That’s not very good fighting.”

“I got out, didn’t I?”

“True, I just didn’t expect that much fighting spirit. Let’s go again.”

After a huff of exasperation the two of you do just that. He gives you pointers and instead of dodging your shots outright, he blocks them, allowing you to keep swinging. Carefully, he teaches you combos and simulates how to block, dodge, and guard between swings. You feel almost halfway competent when you trip over the same rock you did earlier.

“Stupid frickin stone. Who put that there?!”

Geto nearly doubles over in a fit. You’ve been such a sour-sport all afternoon and your adorable frustration has quickly turned into his favorite interactions with you. 

“Suguru! Stop laughing at me!” Your protests bring out a booming joy in his belly he hasn’t felt in years. “Suguru, I mean it!”

Still on the ground, you kick at his knees. One of them falls to the dirt but his hands catch the rest of him before his chest crashes into yours. Eyes wide with surprise, you stare up at him. He looks so handsome up close. Like a deity who belongs in the heavens, not down here with the mortals. Your breath hitches when you realize he’s staring back. His laugh, replaced by something more serious. A look that makes you want to reach up and touch his pink lips with your own. 

Feeling his member hardening again, he decides that’s enough practice for one day and dismisses you to go take a shower. He desperately needs the space cause constantly being aroused by you is sure to create some discomfort between his legs when he can’t do anything about it. 

With a grunt, he gets up and discretely readjusts himself before reaching out his hand to help you up. Just as you grab him the sprinklers turn on and you both get soaked. 

After a sharp inhale of discomfort from the frigid water you exclaim, “I thought they came on later!”

“Me too. Did you adjust the schedule?”

“No! Did-”

Then two rambunctious seven and eight year old girls come running out in their bare feet sliding around in the now wet grass. 

“Girls!” They giggle and laugh at your outrage. “Did you change the irrigation schedule?!”

They continue to laugh and Geto turns stern. “Ladies, you have till three to go back inside and turn it off or I will bring out one of my many curses. Do you want that?”

Both of them look at Geto, then each other, then back at Geto before shaking their heads. 

“One-” the word is barely out of his mouth before the two sprint back inside and the water is off. 

“Sorry about that,” you say as you assess him in his soaked black shirt that now clings to his rippled torso. You do your best to tear your eyes away but it’s hard when the view is just so gorgeous.

“It’s fine.” Suguru reassures you, drinking in your now see-thru white shirt that perfectly details your bra and the outline of your silhouette.

Once you’re able to finally drag your eyes back up to his face, you realize where he’s staring and quickly cross your arms over your chest. Fortunately for Geto, it doesn’t hide your figure at all but instead pushes up your already ample bosom making you look even more appealing. 

Your eyes cast down, embarrassed, however when they do, they catch Geto’s soaked and tented sweats. You quickly excuse yourself to shower and change. 

Mindlessly agreeing, he heads inside to do the same, trying his hardest to distract himself from the growth between his legs. 

With flushed cheeks, you speed walk straight to the shower, stripping off your soaked clothes and turning the water temperature to scalding to make up for your freezing body temperature. You sit in the tub, knees folded up into your chest as you let the water rain down on you. He was staring at you, and was aroused by it. Your heart is like a horse on a racetrack. You keep thinking of his body and how badly you want to see it barren. How there’s no way you mistook the shape of his pants. You think back to this morning’s conversation. Is it actually possible that the impossible is true? Does the monkey-hating Geto actually have feelings for one of those hated monkeys? The very people that he's sworn to kill? Does he actually feel something for you? …or is it just a superficial lust? A woman he has easy access to. Low hanging fruit and all…

You hate yourself for swimming in these thoughts but the water’s gone cold and now it’s time to dry off cause the hot water is probably being rerouted to Geto’s bathroom. You take your time, blow drying your hair and styling it just so. You want to recreate your earlier high pony but with soft waves. After pulling up your hair and combing out your bangs and some face framing pieces, you wrap your towel around your body and head to your room.

“Ow!”

You hit a wall as you step out into the hall.

“Are you okay?”

Two large, warm hands grip your shoulders. You stare up into Geto’s eyes, blinking like a deer in the headlights. It turns out the wall you hit was actually the very sturdy body of one Suguru Geto. His frame towers over you as usual, his hair towel dried, and his clothes freshly changed. You bring your hand up to your nose, rubbing it since that’s what hit him hardest before you realize your towel has come open. 

“Ohmygawd!” It comes out in one frantic word as you pull away and scurry to your room, once more brushing past Geto and feeling something hard in his pants. 

“Wait!” Geto grabs your wrist and when you turn around, your eyes are an impressive mix of beautiful and mortified, causing him to let go. This tension between you is killing him. It’s not just the mounting discomfort between his legs that’s creating this sense of urgency, his heart genuinely aches. He wants you more than he’s ever wanted anyone before. More than family, more than friends, more than those hopeful one night stands. He needs you and his body is screaming at him to stop getting in his own way. 

Humiliation causes tears to well on your lash line. You close your eyes, full of pain, and retreat to your bedroom, closing the door in his face. He stands there on the other side, one hand on the door. The shadows of his feet are visible from where you stand and you hear the thunk of his forehead hitting the wood separating you. 

Your mind spirals. How can you just pretend this didn’t happen and go back to training with him? He wants you and you want him, but it’s not the same. You convince yourself it’s not you he wants, just your form. He’s a lonely and consequently horny man. That is the end of his attraction. There’s nothing more to it. 

Don’t fool yourself into believing there’s more. 

Salty droplets slide down your cheeks and gather at your chin, slowly building till the tears are big enough to fall. You want to get your emotions in check but right now you just need to feel them. Allow yourself to experience the disappointment so you can steel yourself against it. 

Minutes pass and there’s a tapping on the door, soon followed by Geto calling your name. 

“Please open up.”

“Leave me alone…please.”

“If I did something to upset you, I’m sorry. I want to be here for you but I can’t if you won’t let me in.” He calls your name again, desperation laced through the word.

You squeeze your eyes shut, more tears spilling down your cheeks. Your tears turn to sobs. Why does he have to sound so sincere? Your heart aches, wishing this conflict in your chest would subside but the pangs only feel sharper with each shaky breath. He calls your name again but this time there is fear in his tone.

“I’m coming in.”

Three little words and a busted door frame later, Geto comes rushing in to kneel at your side. “What happened? What has you so upset? Please talk to me.”

He’s huddled around your small frame while you’re still sitting on the edge of the bed in your bath towel.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what? What can I do?”

“Don’t pretend to care when we both know you don’t.”

“Pretend? When have I ever pretended to care about you?”

“You’re doing it right now! I know what I am to you. I know you can’t love me so please stop acting like you do. I can’t take it.”  

“I can’t do what you ask of me.”

“Why must you be so cruel?”

“Please, I can’t stand to see you upset. Especially if it’s because of me.”

“Then leave me alone.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?!”

“I-” Geto feels his heart stop as he looks at you. It feels like he’s dying when he sees the tears streaming down your face. The whites of your eyes turned red. The sniffling of your nose made runny with tears. He can’t bear it. He takes your hand and kisses it. “Please forgive my ignorance and I will forgive yours. Do you really think I’d break my own door to get to a person that didn’t matter? Do you really think it would pain me to be away from a person I didn’t like? Do you really think I would train you if you weren’t worth protecting? I am so hopeless for you. I can’t wait to get home because of you. I thank the heavens for you. You are the center of my universe and I can’t stop thinking about you. I die a little more on the inside every time you pull away from me. Please tell me you feel the same way about me that I feel about you.”

“Why do you say such beautiful words when I know they can’t be true?” You choke on your sentence as it stammers out. 

“But they are true. Please believe me!”

In Geto’s urgency to get you to understand he begins kissing your hand up to your shoulder. Each kiss rushed but passionate. It’s not till he reaches your neck then he begins to slow down, intentionally kissing where the tears have carved a salty stream onto your skin. 

You melt, wanting to cave into the fantasy. “Please, don’t let me leave you again. I don’t want to leave you anymore. I don’t want revenge on the monkeys. I just want to be with you.” 

He murmurs the words into your neck, his pink lips brushing your dermis and the heat of his breath sending a chill down your spine. The faintest moan slips out, the impact of which is so profound that Geto feels as if he’s died and gone to heaven. 

“Do that again.” he whispers breathlessly. 

“Suguru…”

“I want to hear it again” he gently sucks on your column and once more a moan is dragged from your lips. 

Suguru grabs your waist and pulls you onto his lap so that your knees straddle each side of him. Your towel is barely hanging onto your chest while the terry cloth is split at the seam where the fabric should be overlapping to conceal your core. His hands slide down to your hips, grabbing control of them and grinding you into his pelvis. There’s a deep groan that joins with your sharp inhale at the feeling of his length rubbing against your center. The heat of it being more than Geto is ready to receive. He buries his nose into your freshly styled hair, inhaling the pheromones escaping your scalp. “Please tell me you need me as much as I need you.”

“Geto, I-”

“-not Geto, Suguru”

“Sugu… I- I-” A high pitched gasp steals Geto’s heart as your baren nerve bundle drags along his length, tickled by the limb aching to be inside of you. 

“Take off my shirt.” he orders. You look at him disbelieving. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” Immediately you acquiesce, not wanting his scorn. “Do you see how my heart beats for you?”

Your fingers trace the veins over his left pec before straying beyond the area and exploring the entirety of his torso. 

With a gentle tug, Geto steals the remaining towel covering your chest. Your hands fly to your breasts to cover them. “No” he whispers, brushing them away, and allowing his fingertips to follow the purple lines under your skin. “You’re so beautiful. Do you have any clue how lovely you are? Especially when you look at me.” his voice is soft and dreamy as he speaks, “I see something in your eyes that isn’t there otherwise. Something that comes to life just for me.” Geto’s hands brush your arms and shoulders before sliding across your back into an embrace. With his face resting in the juncture of your neck and shoulder he continues his ministrations. “I yearn for that look. No one else sees me the way you do. No one else ever will. I know what I have here at home. That’s why I don’t want to leave. Every time I walk away from you it feels wrong and every time I walk towards you it feels right.” His fingers dig into your skin as he brings his forehead against yours. “What have you done to me, woman? I am a different man because of you.”

Your breath hitches at Geto’s words and his lips enrapture yours in a fierce kiss. The need of the action nearly knocks the wind out of you. It’s not possible, none of this is possible. There’s no way this man has said all these beautiful things to you, a person he hated not too long ago. Not to a disgusting monkey like yourself. He tolerates you, he does not love you, he is mistaken, or you misheard him but then why is he kissing you like his life depends on it?

It takes several minutes for Geto to come up for air but when he does, he sees your love drunk face and succumbs to your plea to not stop. Happily he leans back in, rolling you onto your back so he can feel you under his body weight. 

His hips absentmindedly rut up into you, covering his pants in the gloss seeping out of your barren lips. Your legs wrap around him, not wanting him to go away and your arms grapple at the knotted ropes of his back.

“I need you.” he whispers into your lips.

“Take me then.”

“I can’t do that to you. Not till you’re ready.”

“I’m ready.” He pulls back to look you in the eyes “Please Suguru”

He glances back at your broken door then at you. “My room” he says, scooping you up and tip-toeing over to the hallway to check where the girls are. It seems they’ve taken their play outside so Geto rushes you down the hall and closes his door using your back to press up against it. As the latch clicks shut Geto’s kissing becomes frenzied. His desire to be connected with you consumes him just as wholly as your need for him drenches your folds. 

Hurriedly, he drops you on the bed so he can unbutton his pants and push them off his body. What you see next causes your jaw to drop. His manhood, held erect, is a nice seven inches with an upward hook that you can feel without it being inside of you. 

“Come back to me” you softly beg, extending your hand so he’ll lay on top of you. In the midst of deep kissing, his length that had been sliding up and down your labia, slips into your opening and you squeeze out a cry of pleasure. 

You constrict around him, making his breathing labored. “Heavens, I don’t know how long I’m going to last in this tight pussy of yours. I feel like a man about to break.”

You nudge him with your nose, searching for his lips. He gives them to you, deeply inhaling through his nose as his hips take small strokes, giving you time to adjust. 

You are so tight that he wondered, “Is this your first?”

“And if it is?”

“Then I shall be gentle with you.”

“And if it’s not?”

He pauses mid stroke before deciding, “I’ll be gentle all the same.”

You hum into his neck, laying soft butterfly kisses on his skin, adorning him with your affection. His movements are tender, made more so by the fact his large hands grip you tightly, like he’s terrified to lose you. Yet his hips by contrast are gentle, easing in and out of your center, concentrating on your pleasure. 

With one hand, he begins to explore the slopes of your body, finding purchase of your breast made heavy with the weight of its size. His head dips to its peak and takes it into his mouth, suckling on it and then repeating the process with the other. 

Your head flails back and your chest arches into his mouth. “She likes that, does she?”

A series of moans is your only response so he continues to rim his tongue around your nipple and suck until a tangy liquid is pulled out. 

“I see you enjoy this bit.”

You whimper and his pulls get stronger, the stroke of his hips along with it. You’re not sure what happened to gentle but this sure isn’t it. His teeth bear down on your pink bud while his fingers pinch the other. Your entire body rocks beneath him as his hips run away with the desire he’s been holding back. Your pleasured squeals spur him on, till he hears the slightest twinge of pain in your voice. 

He immediately lets go, his body stilling to assess if you’re okay. 

“Don’t stop.” 

“But I hurt you.”

“Sugu, don't stop.”

“Then turn over, and get on your knees.” 

You comply, rolling to your stomach and bringing your knees under you. Geto rests his hand on your shoulder, signalling you to stay down, before lining up with your folds and pressing in. You groan loudly, feeling how deep he reaches and how his shape satisfies your needy core. His head brushing against a spot that leaves you breathless, repeatedly stealing the air inside your lungs till your face turns red as it twists in agonizing pleasure. 

Geto’s weight presses on your rear, his large palms resting on the flesh of your behind, spreading it apart so he can see what he’s been dreaming of.

“So pretty f’me.” his love drunk voice husks. 

“Feels good Sugu”

Geto’s hands find your elbows and pull back on them, leveraging your weight against his as his hips resume thrusting without restraint. Your back lifts and bends obediently as your chest is teased by the sheets, its thread count brushing against your nipples with each rock against your hips.

Your whines and cries are like lightning bolts shooting through his core, tightening his abs and balls simultaneously. 

The fronts of his thighs clench in their labor to pummel as deep into you as he can before he explodes from the feeling of you around him. You scream, overwhelmed with sensations, enduring and enjoying simultaneously, making your chest pound victoriously. When his pace grows uneven you look behind you to see his eyes glazed over, exhausted and enraptured by your constriction around him. He pounds against you harder, a symphony of groans accompanying his efforts till he pulls out and shoots white liquid across your back. 

Exhausted and spent, Geto collapses next to you, staring into your beautiful eyes like you are the sun and stars themselves. 

Your finger nail traces his features as he lays there panting. “M’sorry baby, I’ll get a rag and clean you up in a second. Just let me catch my breath.”

You chuckle, feeling flush after the term of endearment. “What’d you call me?”

“Baby.”

“Not woman? Or Monkey?”

“Baby. Though woman isn’t entirely out of the question.”

You giggle again. “Who would’ve thought, the mighty Geto would want someone like me. I guess sometimes the impossible is possible.”

“Stop saying that like you don’t deserve my affections.” The mountain of a man gets up and grabs a washcloth from his ensuite bathroom. He wets the fabric and brings it to your lower back, wiping up his spilled seed off your soiled skin. “You are everything good. You care deeply, you serve kindness to the undeserving, you pledge loyalty to those who would deem you their enemy for what? A shroud of kindness? Do you have any idea how astonishing you are?”

“You string together pretty words to flatter me but I still can’t follow how a man who hates all monkeys can possibly want me.”

“Well I do. I want you like a five course feast that ends with a decedent cheesecake and I want it all day, all night, 24/7/365.”

“That sounds very greedy of you.” you say casually brushing your chest against him.

“When did you become an expert temptress? I thought you were innocent.”

“I can’t state the obvious?”

“No, not when it makes me want you even more than I already do.”

“How are we ever going to make it through our lessons?”

“Guess we’ll have to do them naked.”

“And where are we sending the girls during our naked fighting time?”

“To a friend’s house.”

“You have friends?”

“Watch it woman, I’ll fuck you into the mattress for having a smart mouth.”

“I’d love to see you try.”

“I think you meant to say, ‘I’m begging you to try.’”

“I’m begging you now?”

“With your eyes, yes. But don’t worry, I’m ready for round two. If the girls go to bed early, there may even be a round three and in the middle of the night, I’ll wake you up for round four.”

“Round four?! My my, greedy indeed.”

“Only when it comes to you.”

Your giggles come on stronger till Geto drops down to your pelvis and licks a flat stripe up your sex, pointing his tongue when he reaches your nerve bundle. You gasp and notice how sharp your nipples have become. 

“Care to test that theory? My vote is yes.”

It has been months since Geto’s last excursion to deal with the monkeys. He never said it out right but you have a feeling he’s given up on his plan and is looking for a new one. He still hates the curses but he’s become increasingly interested in your limited cursed energy and teaching you how to enhance it. 

Some days you feel like a science experiment with the number of tedious questions he asks you. He’s also made some hints at talking to an old friend who might know more about developing your meager ability but he seems hesitant. You’ve guessed why but you don’t necessarily care to confirm your suspicions. All you can really do is offer to mediate and support. 

“Suguru, baby, if you’re really that nervous, why don’t we go together?”

“He’d probably like that.”

“Is that a problem?”

“Not necessarily, but he’ll probably flirt with you.”

“What if I promise not to flirt back? Then can I come?”

Geto chortles, “I think my jaw would fall to the floor if you flirted back. He’s not exactly your type.”

“And how do you know my type?”

“I just do.”

“Oh yeah? Describe it to me.”

Pulling you into a hug and spinning you around in his arms so he’s holding you from behind, Geto purs in your ear, “Well, you like strong men, ones that can control a situation, but you also like when they’re bigger than you, much bigger.” You hum in agreement, closing your eyes. “You also like when they have long dark hair that you can rake your fingers through, and you like when they have a dark past, two things I can assure you Saturo doesn’t have.”

“Hmm, I guess you have it spot on, however, all you really did was describe yourself.”

“Am I not your type?”

You twist around in his embrace till you’re facing him again. “You are. Does that mean I can come?”

“It does.”

“Are you going to tell him what changed your mind about your original approach?”

“Yes, I’m going to explain to him the three little reasons I changed my mind. The woman in front of me and her two loving sisters.”

You nestle your face into the crook of his neck. “And what did we do that was so special?”

“You showed me that non-curse users are worth redeeming, that my violence was wrong, and maybe…maybe there’s a way to teach your kind. And I want to try that way instead.”

“Your noble mission to rid the world of curses just got a lot harder. You sure you’re okay with that?”

“Yes. Especially if I can have your cooking after I exorcise them.”

You smile and laugh. “Speaking of, should I bring something for Gojo? A little peace offering?”

“He might assume it’s poisoned.”

Your musical laugh rings harder. “Maybe some other time then.”

“Yes baby, some other time.”

You pitch your head up to look into his onyx eyes, they’re dark and calm, soothing to peer into. “Sugu?”

“Yes baby?”

“I need kisses.”

“They’re yours baby, all my kisses are yours.” Geto lowers his head, allowing his lips to brush against yours before pressing them together. You feel the oxygen leave you as your heart stutters. It’s been like this ever since your first kiss. The influence his lips have over you, the way he pries them open so his tongue can dance with yours. Every time it escalates into a fit of passion and soon Suguru is lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist while he walks you to the back of the house. Once his bedroom door is locked he makes quick work of your clothes followed by his own. His mind is geared for a one way track to worshiping your body and soul. His fate set to cherish the woman he wasn’t supposed to love but does, wholly, devotedly, eternally.

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Geto's Three Little Reasons: Reason 2

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Suguru Geto x F!Reader

Summary: Geto comes home from a lengthy mission. His relationship with you slowly starts to build, mutual respect and friendship budding between you.

Warnings: Murder, mentions of abuse

Word Count: 2.8k

Reason 1 I Reason 3

Geto was gone for a long time this week. Normally he’d disappear for a few days at a time. However this outing was for nearly a week and it put you on edge. What was taking him so long? Was he not coming back? You started to fear for his safety and it made your sleep restless. 

You tutor the girls during the day, catching them up on the education they missed, then cook and clean by night. While getting them ready for bed they started to look up at you worried. 

“Is Geto dead?”

“Don’t think like that sweetheart. I’m sure he’s fine.” You give them both a comforting smile but inside your stomach twists. Where is he?

You tuck the girls in for the night, giving them both a kiss on the forehead and head back out to the living room. You pack away all the games and books littering the house and collect the spare cups that decorate the coffee and end tables. After a quick rinse, you pop everything into the dishwasher and set it to run before heading over to shower.

Your halfway through washing your hair when you hear motion at the front door. You cut the water and grab your robe, suds still in your hair. As quietly as possible you tip toe to the kitchen and grab the heaviest pan you have, gripping it in your fist like a bat. 

There’s a shadow on the floor around the corner and you grip the handle tightly as you jump in front of the burglar and swing. 

Wack!

A firm hand blocks the attack and another grabs you at the wrist. “Goodness, woman, how many times do you plan on attacking me?”

“Suguru!” 

He removes the pan from your hand and sets it down on the nearby counter while you hug him in relief. He softens, melting into the hug and resting his cheek on top of your head.

“You miss me or something?”

A muffled “yes” comes from your face buried in his chest as you squeeze tighter. 

It suddenly occurs to Suguru that you’re wet and he releases the hug, pushing you back by your shoulders to take a look at you. Your hair is dripping with soap bubbles that slowly slide down your locks, your skin glistens in the low lighting of the house, and your bath robe is slightly undone from your attempted attack. Without realizing it, his eyes linger on your chest, prompting you to look down and quickly retie it, properly covering yourself while he clears his throat, coming back to reality. 

“I take it you were showering when you decided an ambush was a proper welcome home.”

You laugh nervously, “yeah well, I thought there was an intruder. It’s not like I was gonna tell them to wait while I finish up.”

“Fair.” Geto stands there for a moment in silence regarding you before chiming “and by the way, I missed you too.”

Heat rises on your cheeks but you try to move past it. “You mind if I finish up in the shower before I make you some supper?”

“Not at all. You mind if I tell you about my trip while you do?”

You look at him surprised. He normally would never intrude on your personal space but maybe he hasn’t had anyone to talk to this entire time. “Umm, yeah, sure.” You turn from him and back towards the bathroom, with Geto a few steps behind as you enter the space. “So tell me, what kept you away from us?”

“I’m sure you can guess the obvious part.” You nod, acknowledging the genocide he’s commiting in his efforts to rid the world of curses. “But I was also doing research for you.”

“For me?”

Geto takes a seat on the toilet lid while you step behind the shower curtain before taking off your robe. Your head pokes out as you reach out to drape it over the nearby towel bar. He accidentally catches a glimpse of the side of your breast and looks down.

“Yes, I promised to figure out a way to teach you.”

“And?” you call, back behind the curtain, turning the water on again.

“And I found a way to help you see them.” Geto can hear from the way the water is falling that you’ve stopped moving. “There’s a girl in one of the famous clans, a twin, she can’t see them either. She’s a disgrace to her family but they still found a way to fashion glasses that let her see spirits.”

You resume rinsing the soap out of your hair contemplating his words. “So you’re saying I’d be able to see them. Would I be able to fight them?”

“I’m not sure. She’s not old enough to fight yet, but I met a man once, from that same clan, who had no cursed energy and he used cursed tools. I think you could do that.”

You stop the water and squeeze out your hair before opening a jar to apply deep conditioner. You heavily coat the strands then twist your hair up in a clip before poking your head back out to look at Suguru still seated on the toilet lid. “You’re going to teach me how to use tools? Like a drill?”

Geto's chuckle is adorable, “No, tools like weapons. Katanas and such.”

Your eyes widen in excitement but then cast down. “I don’t know… I don’t think I’ll be a good warrior.” You grab the towel next to your damp robe and use it to dry off before wrapping it around your body.

“I’ll make you a great warrior. The girls are almost old enough for us to start discovering what their techniques are, there’s no reason you can’t join the training too.”

You step in front of him, realizing when seated he’s nearly eye-level with you. “I don’t know.”

Normally Geto would find a woman’s lack of confidence unattractive but you’re soul is so pure that he finds your hesitation adorable. He stands up to his full height, your eyes following his as he does. Two large hands rest on your shoulders, rubbing between them and your biceps, “You said you wanted to learn.” 

“I do! I just, I’m not a fighter.”

“Need I remind you of my greeting earlier?”

You laugh, a musical sound that Geto realized he had never heard before. His heart aches, has he really never heard you laugh? You motion for him to follow you to your bedroom so you can change into pajamas. Given your room is near the girls’ the two of you keep your tones hushed.

“Okay, I can be protective.” you muse, stepping into a pair of silky shorts, “But only when it comes to those two.” You dive into a soft camisole, pulling the hem down to meet your shorts.

Geto's eyes scan over your battered body, contemplation filling his features. He steps forward, his finger hooking under the spaghetti strap that rests lightly on your shoulder. With a gentle tug, you pulls it down and traces his hand along the marks left by your old wounds. 

“You are a fighter. You may not realize it yet, but I do. I see it, here in front of me.”

Chills run down your body as you turn to face him. His hand replaces the strap before both palms glide up to your neck and pull you into another embrace. He holds you feeling a closeness he’s never had with anyone else. Your hands come up and wrap around his waist. “I missed you, Suguru, all three of us did.”

“I missed you too, all three of you.”

After a squeeze you let go and travel back to the kitchen, Geto behind you one more. You snag some ingredients from the pantry and whip up a few rice cakes, asking if he wants some protein too. “Yes please.” You grab a container of shrimp and get to work making a sushi bake and when it’s done the two of you eat at the kitchen counter, scooping chunks of seafood in seaweed crackers.

“I’ve missed your cooking. You spoil me and I don’t know why.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Geto cocks his head, “You saved my sisters. I owe you for their lives.”

“You owe me nothing.”

“I’m serious Suguru, everything we have is because of you. The roof over our heads, the food on our table, the clothes on our backs, the least I can do is cook and clean.”

“I just, I want you to know, I don’t expect that of you.”

Your hand reaches out to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing over its apple. “I know, but I want to.” 

Geto finds himself leaning into your palm, closing his eyes. Now that his belly is full, he needs to sleep but he doesn’t want to leave your side. Not yet. Not when he just got home. 

“I think someone needs to get ready for bed.” You coo in a motherly manner. 

“Five more minutes?” he whines, imitating the girls. You laugh again, a symphonic sound that makes his chest fill with helium. 

“Nooo, it’s past your bedtime. Now off with you.” With a playful shove to his shoulder, Geto stands but when you turn away to clean up the mess, he joins you. “Suguru, I’ve got this. You’ve been traveling all day. I can tidy up.”

“But it’s late and the kitchen’s only dirty because I came home hungry.”

“Exactly, It’s late. Go to bed and let me handle this.” you insist.

Without thinking he grabs your hand, so small in his, delicate, and cold. He lifts it up to his mouth and kisses the back of it. A warm smile graces your face and you assure him that you’ll wake him up in the morning with breakfast. 

Reluctantly, Geto agrees and trods down the hall, feeling lonely the instant he enters a room other than the one you’re in. When he closes the door he pulls off his robe and pants, discarding the items in a hamper along with a pair of white socks. While he stands there changing, he can’t stop thinking about the way you looked changing in front of him just now. Of course he dropped his gaze when appropriate but he can’t get over the fact that you allowed him to be around when you did. You’ve grown comfortable around him and he around you. 

He didn’t anticipate how much he’d miss you on this last trip but if he was going to make good on his promise, it had to be done. Eventually he’d have to take an extended venture. Sooner rather than later too, since each absence is getting harder to stay away. Who wants to go take care of grim business when you have something reminiscent of a family at home?

He didn’t just miss your cooking, he missed the comfort of being around you. A stark contrast from a few months ago. But the way your eyes light up when you see him, the way you smile at your sisters, everything about you is warmth. You think you’re ugly with your scars, but you’re not. You’re gorgeous. Once he was able to see past what you are, he discovered he quite liked your appearance. Usually your clothes mask the marks but to see them fully displayed by your pajamas proves that they can’t take away from your beauty.

He lays in bed listening to the quiet clamor in the kitchen, hearing you sigh as you finish up before listening to the sound of your feet padding across the floor and revisiting the bathroom. The squeak of the faucet tells him you’re rinsing out your hair mask and brushing out the towel dried tendrils. Minutes later your footsteps retreat to your bedroom and the door closes. 

He lays there wondering if you think about him the way he thinks about you. Probably not. He was an asshole to you at first. Something he regrets quite a lot. He always thought you were beautiful and kind but he couldn’t get past what you contribute to this world. The way your kind feed the negativity. Then when you showed him, he finally gave himself permission to let it go. He doesn’t care that you’re a monkey anymore. In fact, you remind him of what he once was. 

He used to be kind. An advocate for your people. But that part of him was trampled over by the state of the world. The disgusting cursed spirits he has to swallow, the taste of death lingering on his tongue one too many times. He needs you, to come home to you and replace the vile aftertaste with something better. Your cooking relieves him, eases the anger, and washes away the disgust. Before he knows it his mind has slipped into sleep. A restful one full of happy thoughts surrounding you.

~

“Suguru?” you lightly knock on the door.

“Hmm?”

“You awake?”

Geto grunts so you figure it’s safe to enter. Before he even sees you, the scent of breakfast fans over his nose, then you appear like an angel, carrying a tray loaded with goodies. 

“Sorry if I woke you, I just wanted to sneak in before the girls started to pester you.”

Geto sits up, scooting towards the wall, leaning his back against it while he accepts the feast you’ve brought him. 

Once you set the tray down he catches your hand, kissing the back of it like he did last night. You feel your gut swell when he does that, the small gesture making you ache for him when you wish you wouldn’t. Your eyes trace his face and follow his long hair draping over his bare shoulders. You try to stop your eyes from wandering over his shirtless torso but the defined muscles pull you in. 

“You like?”

You jump, eyes blinking back to the present. “Hm?”

“You like what you see?”

“Wa? Oh yes. I mean-” You squeeze your eyes shut, ears red, and turn to leave.

“Don’t. Stay.”

You bow your head and silently shake it, reaching for the door when he calls your name, “Please. I’ve spent the last week alone. I don’t want to be alone anymore.” Turning your head to peek, your expression is full of pain. “Can you come back over please? I’m used to it. I catch women staring all the time.”

“I wonder why.” you say sarcastically as you resign yourself to taking a seat on the edge of his bed.

“Lucky for them, they don’t have to fight me. You do.”Your eyes grow wide, realizing what that meant. “Once I say hello to the girls I want to start training you. I have some cursed tools out back and I have plenty of spirits at my disposal. We’ll test out the glasses and get going.”

You turn your head to the door, “If it means protecting them, I’m down.”

“I’m glad you feel that way, cause you didn’t have a choice.”

You smirk, shaking your head, then go to clear the empty plates when he removes the tray from his lap and pulls you back down on the bed. Nerves flood your body but settle when his hand comes to your face. “This isn’t just about them, it’s about you too.” 

“I know.” 

His gaze looks back and forth between your eyes and turns somber when he exhales, “Why do you let me leave you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Why do you let me leave you?”

“Because you have important work to do.”

“But tell me why does it hurt to be away from you?”

“Im not sure, perhaps you are confusing me with someone else.”

“No. I’m not.”

“Then your brain must be broken.”

“I’m being serious.” His fingers card through your hair and begin to grip your scalp, “I miss you every time I walk out that door. Why?”

You shake your head and whisper. “I don’t know why.”

“Take a guess.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Why?”

“Because it means believing in the impossible.”

Geto's eyes fill with pain. You think he can’t have feelings for you, buy why? You are the most beautiful woman he knows, inside and out. There is no one he'd rather return to but before he can tell you, two young girls come crashing in. 

“Master Geto!!!” They sing in unison.

You step out of the way to let them jump on the bed and give him a hug while you finally collect the dishes and step out of the room. Their perfect timing allows you to escape before you said something stupid. Thank heavens.

But that doesn’t stop the pit that forms in Geto’s stomach. He loves the girls, telling them tall tales about what he did while he was away, but he needs to finish talking to you. If you aren’t going to listen to him now, then he’ll have to make you listen later. 

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[detectivestucks2]

Geto's Three Little Reasons: Reason 1

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Suguru Geto x F!Reader

Summary: On his mission to rid the world of curses through genocide, Geto finds two young girls locked up for their ability to see curses. He's about to free them when their older sister shows up, ready to rescue them from their family's murderer.

Warnings: Murder, mentions of abuse

Word Count: 2k

Reason 2 I Reason 3

He hates monkeys. They take and they take, having no idea how greedy they are. He used to feel protective over them. They’re helpless. They need his strength. They need all the strength of the jujutsu world to have their back. But did they appreciate their sacrifices? No, they didn’t even notice them.

His mind became twisted, wondering how to rid the world of curses. How are they formed? Through the fear of the primitive. Meaning, if he gets rid of all the monkeys…well, that would do it. 

He got to work, destroying families and villages. Cutting ties with anyone who disagreed. As he cleansed the city of the primates, he found curse users who were caged or enslaved. He took them in, comforting them and assuring them they were special. He found homes for them and continued with his work.

Then one day he found two young girls. Terrified, and like so many others, locked in a cell. He had just massacred their entire clan when he stumbled upon them, all alone in the basement of some dead rich man’s house. He began looking at the lock, appraising it, when the girls point behind him.

He turns to see you standing there, keys in your hand, quaking with fear.

“Are you going to hurt them?”  You’re voice comes out soft as a whisper but you try to sound brave.

“I’m going to free them.” You look him up and down, trying to gauge if he’s tricking you. “Hand over the keys, monkey.”

“No. Step aside.”

“You’re in no position to defy me. I see how you tremble.” His voice oozes with power but you swallow and stand your ground.

“I’m not leaving them alone with you.”

“Why? Are they dangerous? Is that why you locked them in this cell?”

“How dare you!” You find your bravery in your indignation. “Those girls are special and if you think I’ll hand them over for you to slaughter like the rest of us, you’ll have to kill me too!”

Geto steps forward, intrigued. He can’t quite tell if you’re defending them as property or as someone who loves them. He watches you, your eyes darting over to the bars behind him, clenching your jaw and calculating your move. He decides to let you play out your little stunt, to see whose side you're really on. 

Clearly, you’re still just another monkey because you haven’t noticed the massive third grade lurking behind you. But he keeps its hunger at bay until you prove to be exactly what all of you are: just another selfish monkey. 

You close your eyes and charge past him, racing to the cell door, your fingers fidgeting with the lock, trying to fit the key inside. “Run, run far away and let me handle him. I won’t let this man hurt you.” Your voice comes out calm though you’re anything but.

The girls cry your name and you sob. They are your sisters, ripped away from your arms when they were four and five and taken to this wretched place. As toddlers, they started to see unnatural things. Things that scared them, but they also gained mysterious powers. Your family was afraid of what they are, chaining them but never killing them. The entire clan agreed to keep the girls locked away, and you spent years trying to convince them otherwise. You snuck down to visit them every chance you got, looking for a way to get them out.

Then the killing started and you saw an opportunity. You scoured the entire home, searching for the keys to their cell but the screaming surrounding you made it hard to think. Your panic chewed up your logic, rendering you nearly useless yet still you found them. The keys finally clutched in your fist but by that time the screaming had stopped, and you feared all were dead, including the girls. But here they are, in front of you, alive, and nothing will stop you from making sure they’re finally free.

“Go, go, go, go! Get out of here!” 

You shelter them and then throw yourself at the blood stained man. Crashing your body weight against him as a distraction away from your sisters. Swinging at him with your pitiful strength, giving it your all to offer them a getaway but they see what you don’t, a huge curse blocking the entire tunnel.

“Sister! One of the monsters is here!” 

“Just go! I’ll handle it!”

Geto laughs, throwing you into the now vacant cell and locking the door. You shriek in fear and anger, “No! You can’t do this! They’re just children!”

“Children who will be much safer with me than they ever were with you.”

Geto looks down his nose at you. You’re a wreck. Weak and small, sweaty and blind, just like the rest of the monkeys. You can’t see a single curse in this place. He almost pities you.  Almost to the point of sparing your life, seeing how you care for these girls, but the fact that you ever allowed them to be locked in a cell to begin with proves you’re still one of them. Another dirty reason this world runs rampant with cursed spirits. 

Your eyes sparkle with tears as you look towards your sisters. You spiral, worried you’ll never see them again. Will he kill them? Will he kill you? Will they ever know what it means to be free? You sob, feeling the despair crash over you.

Then the two little girls begin to scream. They pound on the man’s legs and hips, trying to get him to stop the thing that’s coming for you. That big, giant, third-grade curse that’s been waiting to snack on you this entire time.

“Leave our sister alone!” they scream and when he doesn’t stop they run back to the cell door to stand between you and the invisible monster about to strike. 

Having no interest in killing curse-seers, Geto stops the creature and reconsumes it. “Why do you protect this monkey? She locked you in a cage?”

“No she didn’t! She only tried to free us!” one of the girls shouts over her shoulder, her arms embracing you in a hug through the bars of your new prison. 

Geto steps closer, noticing the edge of a scar from under your sleeve. He reaches through the bars and yanks at your shirt. All three girls scream, holding each other tightly, but when they see you’re unharmed, they merely whimper and watch. 

“How did you get these?” he lightly touches a series of cigar burns on your arm.

“Our father.” You whisper, eyes cast down in shame.

“How did you earn them?”

Your gaze turns up to your sisters and you hug them closer, closing whatever distance the bars put between you.

“I understand.” 

Geto, making his decision, stands up and unlocks the cell door. The three of you loosen your embrace, still comprehending what’s happening. “Come.” he says, though your mind is still buffering, “We have a far journey.”

“You’re- you’re asking us to follow you?”

“Yes.” he replies curtly, “My name is Suguru Geto. You three will refer to me as Master Geto.”

“Yes sir.” you say with your head bowed, encouraging your sisters to do the same. The three of you shuffle down the hall together and find yourselves following the strange man who murdered your entire family to... who knows where. 

It had been a few weeks since your clan’s massacre and already you found yourself at home with Master Geto. He is disciplined but not strict with your sisters. The same can’t entirely be said for you, but he’s slowly softening up. He sees how you care for the girls, and he approves of your cooking. 

At times, you catch him staring at you. Not necessarily in a hateful way, but you're not exactly sure what way it is. You wonder what he sees in your sisters that he doesn’t see in you. He calls them by their names however, he still refers to you as a monkey at times. Could it be something to do with their unique ability? 

“You see them too, don’t you?”

The words blurt out of your mouth one evening while you’re tidying up after supper. Your sisters are outside, playing, while you take care of the dishes. Geto, who stands nearby, stiffens, his eyes narrowing.

“The things they see, the reason everyone was afraid of them. They’re real, aren’t they?”

“They are. You’re just too primitive to see the world for what it is.”

“True. But I want to. I want to know what they see. Can you teach it to me?”

“No.”

Your head drops and you zero in on the dishes again. “Do you hate me because I can’t see them?”

“I don’t hate you.”

“You sure? It feels like you do. Maybe not in the same way my parents hated me, but similar enough.”

“Why exactly did your parents hate you?”

“They didn’t like being told they were wrong… and they especially hated that I wasn’t some subservient daughter who refused to forget about her sisters. They thought they could force me to forget, but I wouldn’t.”

Geto stills before coming over to you. “I want to see.” He refers to the marks he saw the day he found you.

You set the dish in your hands back into the soapy water that fills the sink. “What?”

“Show me you’re not lying.” You stand before him, jaw slack, unsure whether to show him or not. “Prove to me that you mean what you say.” Your eyes lock on his, afraid to reveal the horrible truth. But he has this look like he needs to be proven wrong. He needs to be wrong about you. You're not sure why, but after a moment of reading his expression, you agree. 

“Could we take this to one of the bedrooms, please? I don’t want the girls seeing.” Geto nods yes and you remove your gloves before following him to the back of the house. Once through the door of your bedroom, Geto moves to close it behind you. He leans against the wood, blocking your exit till he sees what he asked for. 

Slowly, you lift off your shirt, pulling the fabric over your head before carefully folding it and placing it on your bed. He stands up straighter as his answer comes into view;  however, you’re not done. You bow your head as you remove your pants, too, folding them like your shirt before placing them on top. 

You try to stand up tall, barren in your underwear, but the confidence doesn’t quite reach your eyes, especially not when placed under the severe gaze of Master Geto. He moves closer, his fingers reaching out and touching the road map of scars littering your arms and back. Lines from being beaten with a switch and circles from cigarette burns. You twitch as his fingertips trace the marks. Then his eyes move south, the backs of your thighs have switch marks as well. 

When his gaze moves back to meet yours, there are tears welling in your eyes. 

“You never gave up, did you?”

“No” the word came out small, no more than a whisper. “I told you, I love them.”

“I’m glad I murdered them all.”

The tears start to freely fall from your cheeks and you turn to redress but Geto stops you, pulling you into a hug that envelops your entire body. Your shoulders begin to shake and he holds you tighter, realizing you quite possibly are the only monkey worth saving.

He keeps you trapped in his arms a bit longer, allowing your emotions to level before letting you go. “Thank you for showing me.”

“Of course, Master Geto.”

“Suguru.”

“Hmm?” 

“Call me Suguru.”

“Thank you Suguru.” You turn to dress, quickly slipping back into the garments so you can return to the kitchen when his hand catches your face. Air is sucked between your teeth as his fingers make their way to your jaw where he lifts your chin so your eyes gaze into his.

“I will find a way to teach you. You share blood with curse-seers, meaning there may be a way to help you. I refuse to let you be just another monkey.”

You find yourself blinking back tears. The look in his eyes has changed. There’s no more revulsion, disdain, or distrust when he stares at you; something more akin to caring has replaced it. “I’d like that very much.”

The two of you hold eye contact, solidifying the authenticity of the moment, before he lets go and allows you to dress before resuming your usual chores. 

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[detectivestucks2]

Toji as Your Stalker

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Toji x F!Reader

Summary: Toji sees you while working and quickly becomes obsessed with the wife of his hit job. Once the dust of the murder trial settles, he comes back to take his prize

Warnings: NSFW, DubCon, unprotected sex, facial, murder, funeral

Word Count: 2.4k

Your stalker, Toji, who meets you on a job. He was hired to kill your husband, but found you far more interesting than some adulterous jerk he had to kill.

Your stalker, Toji, who hates the man you married. He doesn’t appreciate what he has, always going to clubs and paying for women when the idiot has a diamond back home. What if he infects you with something he catches from his whore’s? Toji’s brain spins with worry. 

Your stalker, Toji, kills many people as a sell-sword. Some of them bad, some of them good, some of them children, all of them because some rich scum needs them removed. He didn’t particularly love his occupation, but it kept him rich and he was good at it. This time though, he definitely enjoyed his job. An excuse to watch you and a payment to knock out his competition. Toji’s never been more lucky.

Your stalker, Toji, who follows you around far more than he follows your husband. He already knows his strategy for killing him, but he doesn’t know what you love. He knows what you don’t like, your husband, but what are your interests and hobbies? Who are your friends? What do you look like under those clothes?

Your stalker, Toji, who learns all those things, making appearances here and there. One day he walks up behind you in a book store. You're searching for a title you saw online when his hulking chest rubs up against the back of your head. “S’cuse me.” he grunts as he reaches for a book on the shelf. 

Your eyes widen as you realize how tall the man is. His firm muscles press up against your back with a hand casually placed on your hip. You feel you could get lost in a hug from this stranger and with one glance at his compression shirt, stretched out from his herculean figure, you want to.

Your stalker, Toji, who started popping up everywhere. Where there had once been attraction, there is now fear. The more places he appears, the greater that terror grows. You tell your husband about it but he scoffs, saying you have an overactive imagination. You insist that he should beef up the home security system but he doesn’t, claiming you’re just trying to get his attention. 

Your stalker, Toji, who watches the exchange through the window, amazed that this POS has the nerve to call himself a husband. You are by far the most important person in his life, so why does your husband not feel the same way. It doesn’t matter though, he won’t be around much longer, and when he’s gone…that’s when Toji will strike. 

Your stalker, Toji, who watches from the shadows during your husband’s funeral. He sees you staring at the casket, unsure whether to be sad or relieved. The man didn’t love you. It was an arranged marriage. He was barely kind to you, but he was your husband and he had been murdered. 

You stand there, face perplexed when you realize there is a flower on the casket that was not added by any of the mourners. It is a snapdragon; your favorite. So how did it end up here? 

Your eyes dart around the graveyard at all the guests, searching for the person who brought snapdragons but no one has any blooms that match the one in question. 

Your stalker, Toji, who makes an appearance as the rest of the crowd leaves. He stands behind your shoulder as a singular tear leaks out from your eye. You may not have loved him, but without him you are alone in the world. You will be able to live off of his money for a year, but after that, the life you once knew will be gone.  

Your stalker, Toji, whose footsteps take you by surprise when he steps forward to look down on your husband in his grave. He gives the ghost a glare before looking up and turning to you. Your eyes widen like a doe, alone with the man who’s been following you for weeks. The fear for your safety makes you tremble, especially when your eyes pan down to his hands, his very large hands, and you see a bouquet of snapdragons clutched between his fingers. 

Your stalker, Toji, who walks over to you, reaching you in just a few strides, even as you step back. With a hint of a smile he presses the flowers into your hands before walking away. 

You stand there, shaking in your solitary, you know this isn’t over. This is far from over. 

Your stalker, Toji, who disappears from your life as quickly as he entered it. Your head remains on a swivel cause you know you’re not wrong about your gut feeling at your husband’s funeral. The man has targeted you, a lone widow, and part of you believes he’s the one who created your new marital status. As crazy as it sounds, you know you’re not wrong.

Your stalker, Toji, who disappears for months, missing the entirety of your husband’s murder investigation. You’re acquitted of all charges due to the violent nature of the murder. There is no way you are capable of such strength, but you know who is. You are certain it’s him and the thought makes you tremble. What if you’re next? What’s to stop him from coming back to finish you off? Your thoughts spiral with worry but you don’t dare say a thing to the police because you’re afraid of just that, him finishing the job. The blame for the murder is eventually shifted to a gang your husband was secretly a part of. They uncovered his favorite brothel was a front to launder money for a gang comprised of violent offenders. They attributed his death to a deal gone wrong and the case was closed.

Your stalker, Toji, who let himself into your kitchen ten months after your husband’s death, ready to steal his prize. Oblivious to his presence, you came down for a late night cup of tea. Turning on the light over the stove, filling your kettle and setting the burner on high, you wait, zoning out on the floor as you hear the water roar into a boil. Once the kettle sings your hands motion to pour the steaming water on autopilot, not noticing the water flowing over the brim of your mug.

“Careful now, that’s hot.”

Your stalker, Toji, who steps out of the shadows and makes his presence known startling you so severely that you drop the kettle, sending hot water all over the kitchen floor and splashing on your legs. You wince from the pain of the fresh burns when the mammoth of a man stoops down to assess your skin. “Silly girl, who taught you to be so careless.” he mutters more to himself than you. 

You’re frozen in fear, unsure if you should run or do whatever he says. Maybe he’ll make it quick. Maybe it won’t hurt. But then you see him get up and grab a kitchen rag, wet it, and press it against your seared flesh.  

Your stalker, Toji, who feels the shiver that rocked your body and looks up at your surprise-struck face. “What?”

You blink a few more times before you whisper, “Are you going to kill me too?”

“Of course not.” He grunts and stands up to his full height, his finger hooking under your chin. Another shiver shakes your bones and his opposite arm circles your waist, pulling you into his body heat. “Your husband was a bad man, a greedy man, an idiot who thought he could show you off like a prize and then shove you away while he fucked his whores.”

You suck in a breath, hurt by the truth of his words but anticipating where he was going. 

“Yes, you should be shown off like a prize, but you should also be fucked like a whore.” His fingertips graze your cheek and rest in your hairline, his palm hiding the side of your face. “The dumb shit didn’t know how to fuck you, but I do. I don’t care that you’re a lady out there. In here, you’re my little slut, and my little slut is coming upstairs with me now.”

Your stalker, Toji, who sweeps you off your feet and carries you bridal style up the stairs to your bedroom door. He kicks it open and repositions you so that you’re straddling his stomach, ankles locked behind his back as he heavily kisses you, panting from want. “Fuck, you taste so good.” he growls, parting from your mouth. He sits down on the side of your bed, pulling down the spaghetti straps of your pajama top. “Mind if I taste these too?”

You don’t know what’s gotten into you. A moment ago you thought he was going to kill you, now you’re making out with him on your bed. What has gone rotten in your brain that you’re suddenly desiring this man with every bone in your body? 

With parted lips you nod yes. Toji grabs two fistfuls of your weighty chest and begins to feast, switching back and forth between each peak, melting your mind into a puddle of need.

Your stalker, Toji, who is making you wet between your legs, your pelvis absentmindedly grinding into his lap while he focuses his attention on your tits. You’re supposed to be more ladylike than this; you’re supposed to be scared. Yet neither of those things are true. You desire him more than you ever desired your husband. You’re not sure you’ve ever wanted anyone this much in your entire life. 

“My, my, aren’t we anxious. Hmm? You need me to stuff you full?”

It was so lewd but you can’t help the dribble of drool that forms in the corner of your mouth thinking about how it’d feel to have sex again. It’d been so long since you laid with a man and even longer since you actually enjoyed it. You stopped sleeping with your husband when he started fucking prostitutes, and doing the deed with him was never enjoyable. You guess that’s why he had to start paying someone, so they’d pretend to enjoy it. 

Yet here in the dark, you have a beast of a man ready to tear you apart like you’re a virgin and you might as well be, given how long it’s been. 

Your stalker, Toji, who flips you onto the bed. Your back lay against the sheets and he steals off the satin bottoms of your pajama set. As he rubs his massive length against your folds, spreading your slick along the entirety of your sex you begin to panic, remembering just who this man is and regretting your choice. Suddenly wanting escape, you try to sit up and push him away but he slams you back down, pinning you against the bed with his forearm. “Too late to turn back now, pretty.” 

His cockhead slips into your slit and he thrusts with an angry strength, hitting your back wall and causing you to choke on the air in your throat. Toji pulls out and fucks into you again, just as hard as before, making you wince and once more attempt to push him off of you. 

“No.” he sneers, “Take it like a good slut. Fuck your husband’s killer.”

The widening of your eyes unleashes an animal within his mind and his hips run away at full speed, snapping into you as if you were a seasoned slut when in actuality you were holding on for dear life, screaming from discomfort. 

Your stalker, Toji, who bears down on your neck with one hand and pulls on your hair with the other, fucks into you till you give in. You can’t deny the gorgeous madman any longer. Your fear turning into shameful lust, your body starts to welcome his intrusion, producing so much slick that you squelch around him with every thrust. 

Your stalker, Toji, who throws your body around the bed like a paper doll. From one position to the next, you lose your balance and never know where to grip. Your hands claw at him and then the at the sheets, looking for anything to hold you steady. 

Eventually, he rolls you onto your knees, pulling on you at your hips, and slamming into you at a jarring pace. Your fingers grip small chunks of your comforter while his hips jackhammer away at your back, his large and heavy palm slaps at your round behind like he hates you with every fiber of his being.

Your stalker, Toji, who has you crying from the intensity of his bedroom activities. You’re overwhelmed and at a loss of control. You’ve came more times than you can count and just want him to have mercy on you. But he doesn’t. “Over a year,” he snarls into your neck, landing another blow on your backside. “Over a year of waiting. You’re not going to reject me, and you’re not going to run from me. I’m here permanently sweetie, and no one will touch what’s mine.”

Your stalker, Toji, who presses both hands on the small of your back, pushing you down into the mattress, making you scream from the angle. “And when I say ‘no one’ sweetie, that includes you. You will not touch yourself. Only I can touch your pretty little body. Only I can bring you to orgasm, understand?” He punctuates his question with an extremely heavy spank against your ass causing you to shout ‘yes!’

Your stalker, Toji, who loses all control from the sound of your submission and pushes you down before yanking you back to the floor. He pulls you to your knees by your hair and cocks your neck back, fucking his fist till spirts of seed fly out, coating your face. 

You close your eyes trying to avoid the sting but he rubs his cum into your skin, leaning down so his breath cools your wet cheek. 

“Who do you belong to?” he whispers

“I belong to you now.”

“That’s right. And who touches you?”

“Only you, sir.”

“Do you touch yourself?”

“No, sir, just you.”

“Good slut.”

Your stalker, Toji, who moves you out of your ex husband’s house and into his, allowing you to maintain the lavish lifestyle you knew under your dearly departed, using his blood money. Each night when he comes home you wait on your knees by the door and when he’s ready, he ravishes you like the whore he promised. 

“Who do you belong to?” He grunts each night, hips plowing into yours

“You, sir!” you scream in marital bliss

“And who touches you?”

“Only you, sir”

“Good slut… or should I say, wife.”

Masterlist

[detectivestucks2]

Escape with the Cursed King XV

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Sukuna x F!Reader x Concubine

Warnings: NSFW, oral, anal, DP, cum swallowing, threesome, toy usage, nipple play.

Summary: You are forced to participate in a very harsh lesson directed by Sheila and things get wild.

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

Word Count: 3.7k

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10 I Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14

“Where is she?” Sukuna complained as he stood to paces the room. 

“Probably obsessing over her appearance to impress you.” You say sarcastically as if you hadn’t done the same thing. You made sure you looked liked perfection so you didn’t pale in comparison to some girl who’s appearance held sentimental value to your fiancé. 

During your last excursion with Gojo you told him about the Sheila lessons. How awful she is to you and how she tried to seduce Sukuna twice. You could tell it struck a cord in Gojo and you didn’t disagree but you did remind him how you encouraged her to do so. A foolish act you now regret. 

“I’d be more impressed if she were on time. I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

“I know baby. Maybe we can save this for another day.”

“Nice try, Princess. You’re gonna listen today and you’re gonna like it. Once we’re done, then we can discuss disposing of her.”

You like the sound of that, but the same gnawing feeling of forcing someone out their home to fend for themselves in a world very different from the one they know, eats away at your conscious. In spite of that feeling, you give Sukuna a nod.

A few seconds later Sheila enters the room, bowing before Sukuna, lowering her body all the way to the floor. Then, raising her head and chest, she gives a cloying smirk, one that begs of dangerous desires and sits a foot above her exposed cleavage. 

Your jaw tightens, disliking how Sheila continues to undermine your relationship at every opportunity.

“Rise woman, you’re not here for me, you’re here for her. Treat her well, and I’ll forgive your little stunt earlier this week. And believe me when I say I’m not a forgiving man.”

Your hand, that had been tucked away in Sukuna’s larger one, gives him a squeeze, thanking him. He turns to you, tracing a finger along the base of your face, gently lifting your chin so he can kiss you tenderly. Your eyes flutter closed before his lips withdraw and you reopen them to see his glittering smile looking down on you, a hint of danger dancing behind his red eyes. 

Sheila clears her throat, killing the moment and causing you to turn back towards her. “My king, I have brought some ‘teaching aids’ for today’s lesson. Has she been briefed on what today will entail?”

“She has not. I rather enjoy surprising her. Watching the faces she makes is one of my favorite traits about her.”

Your eyes dart from person to person. What are you in for that would require a warning? 

“Well then, we’ll start with the easy stuff and move on to the more exciting stuff in a minute.”

Sukuna sits back on the bed, leaning against the headboard, next to you as Sheila invites herself to sit down on the mattress next to you. You don’t miss the way her eyes rake over him and with pursed lips you ask, “So what’s the easy stuff?”

“Seduction.” Sheila deadpans, eyes returning to you. 

“I know how to seduce my own fiance.”

“Only because your his fiance. Not because you know what he likes.”

“I’d think I know what he likes .-”

“Enough. Let the woman do her job.” You fall silent, surprised by Sukuna cutting you off. There is danger to his voice and you know he’s going to take it out on you later.

Sheila clears her throat. “Anyways, the Lord likes it when you pander to him. He enjoys feeling important and feeding into his ego, boost his authority. But make sure it’s genuine. If it comes off fake, you will insult him.”

You roll your eyes. She acts as if this information isn’t obvious. Sheila snatches your face, squeezing your cheeks with her pointer finger and thumb, causing your lips to open. “And he likes it when you give him an excuse to be rough with you. If you’re defiant, he’ll fuck you like a whore, which he rather enjoys. Power feeds his sexuality. Any excuse to put you in chains will excite him and any excuse to embarrass you is thrilling.”

You pull your head away, escaping her grip. It’s not like Sukuna hasn’t put you in chains before. “He also likes when you try to take the power back. Breaking you down till you can’t deny that he’s the true king will go a long way in satisfying his urges. Being too submissive gets old. And lastly, invite another girl into the bed every once in awhile. He enjoys a new conquest.”

“Fine,” you say through gritted teeth, knowing that she’s implying herself. “Anything else?”

“Yes, once he’s back to his true form, you need to know how to fuck him properly.”

“How’s that going to-” Sheila presses her finger into your lips and cuts you off. 

“True form Sukuna has four arms, a mouth on his stomach, and two dicks. Do you really think you’ll be able to handle that right away? It takes time to adjust.”

Your jaw drops. Two dicks?

“The best way to practice is by having two partners at once because that’s what Sukuna is, he’s essentially two people in one so sleeping with him will feel overwhelming if you’re not prepared.”

You turn to Ryomen, surely she’s not suggesting you sleep with another man alongside him. He’d never allow that.

Seeing the look on your face Sheila smiles and pulls out the bag she carried with her, “That is why I brought these.”

Opening the the silk drawstring pouch, Sheila pulls out several anal trainers, butt plugs, dildos, a strap on, and a cock ring with a dildo attachment. With eyes wide, intimidation takes over your body. Sukuna’s introduced you to a lot of things and it wouldn’t be the first time he’s taken you by the rear, but double penetration is not something you ever expected to have on the table, let alone become your new norm.

“Have you done anal before?”

You blush, this is the last person you want to talk to about this. 

“Don’t be shy,” she says irritated, “I’m literally supposed to be a whore. Your betrothed fucking your ass isn’t going to phase me. Especially when he’s supposed to be fucking mine.”

You feel indignent, “Yes, we do that.” you say with narrow eyes

“Good, now bend over.”

“What?”

“Do what she says, princess.” You swing your head over to Sukuna, surprised to see his pants are steadily becoming tented and realizing he’s expecting a show. “Let her help you.”

Your eyes dart back over to Sheila who’s on her knees, a glass anal plug in hand. “I’ll let you lube it.” 

She brings the bulbus end of the toy to your lips, “but look at him while you do.”

Your eyes shift over to Sukuna again. “Open.” 

Your lips separate. Then Sheila’s hand is behind your head, forcing the glass into your mouth, “Suck on it. He’s watching you.”

Obediantly, you hollow your cheeks, pupils fixated on your pink-haired beast, who’s muscles begin to flex from excitement. 

“Get it nice and wet for me.” She pulses the plug in and out, swirling it around your mouth before pulling it out with a wet pop. “Hands and knees. Face him, he’ll want to see your face.” Her words are strict and said with an air of danger. 

Eyes still glued to your love, you do as she says, allowing her to lift your dress and pull down your thong so that she can spit on your puckered hole before pressing the glass globe into it. At first, you put up resistance, but with enough pressure, the orifice gives way and you stretch around the plug’s circumference. A helpless expression of desire bleeds from your eyes as you look at your King. 

Ryomen's eyes narrow and he smiles, that dangerous smile you both love and dread. “Get the strap on, I want to see you fuck her.”

Sheila disrobes, getting off the bed just long enough to step into the harness of her strap on, and then settles behind you. Sukuna grabs you by your hair, fisting it and yanking back so your neck is bent, looking up at him. Sheila uses the silicone appendage strapped to her pelvis to slap at your folds, making you flinch with each impact. When Sukuna smiles down on you, she rubs the entire shaft of the toy along your seam, wetting it with your slick before pushing it into your heat, to stuff you full. 

You close your eyes and moan as she enters you, feeling how the toy rubs along your plug, nestled in the adjacent hole. Sheila begins pushing her thumb against the plug, making it pulse in tempo with her strap on, helping you get used to movement in both holes. 

It’s obvious on your face that you like the feeling. Fluids drip from the apex of your center, the string swinging into your thigh and smearing against your teacher as she beats into you. Though Sheila had been trained for this, she didn’t like the lack of attention she was getting from Sukuna. She’ll have to turn things up a notch if she wants to prove she’s the better fit for him. 

While keeping tempo, your teacher's fingers pry under the glass plug planted between your cheeks. She lifts it, pulling hard against your rectum in time with her thrusts. You slowly release the plug, your muscle closing as she pulls it out.

“Not so fast.” she coos. Sheila withdraws from you heat, slipping the cock ring with the dildo attachment onto her strap on and plunges into your back door causing you to gasp in surprise. Both of your holes are filled and she immediately trusts into you harshly, not letting you adjust to the sensation. The silicone length reaches much deeper in your hole than the plug did, but that’s not new to you. The sensation of both holes being penetrated deep, that part is. 

“I said I wanted you to fuck her. Make her scream.”

Sheila nods and slaps you. First your rear and then your face. She grabs your hair when Sukuna lets go, pulling hard and turning your head so her palm could mark your cheek with a red splotch. 

Her pace kicks up a notch, and as it did, she pushed your head down into the mattress. “Hands behind you back” she orders. You comply, folding them behind you so your forearms stack one over the other. You no longer had the bed to clutch and prevent yourself from shifting forward, but it didn’t matter. Sheila grabs your forearms with her hands and pushes all her body weight onto them, forcing your belly into the mattress and bending your back at an impossible angle. 

The new pose allowed her to go deeper, brushing a new sensitive spot that was causing more slick to spill out than normal. You moan and cry, feeling overwhealmed by the occupation of both holes when she brings her fingers to your clit. “Just an FYI, Sukuna’s mouth on his belly loves to eat pussy, especially while it’s stretched around his cocks. So you better get used to this being played with too.” 

She whirls her fingertips around your bud making you squeeze and clench around the toys filling your center. Your eyes shut, trying to handle the immense sensation focused on your lower half. 

“Scream, Princess, I know you want to.”

Sheila slams into you harder, both her hips and her fingers picking up pace, her actions egged on by Sukuna chiding in your ear.  You cry from the brutal pace, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you finally scream. The sound rebounds with the cadence of her hips. Sukuna eyes you hungrily, palming his pants, feeling his head leak as his ears ring with the sound he was dying to hear. 

“Take it, doll. Soon this is going to be us every night.”

Your breathing is labored, trying to endure the merciless beating into your backside. When your eyes shut, a scream signals your orgasm. You collapse but Sheila props you back up. “We’re not done. You think you can rest after just one orgasm?”

“No” you whine.

Sheila goes to strike your flesh when Sukuna beats her to the punch, hitting you much harder than she would have.

"You're not throwing in the towel yet, doll. She's not done."

“For our next lesson, we need to fit both of these in here.” Her finger trails down your spine, sliding over your rear and slipping into your spasming heat. The lone finger hooks forward and is soon joined by three more digits. Sheila flips you onto your back to watch your face contort. You can’t catch your breath cause you keep holding it each time she bends her fingers into your g-spot. 

“Please…” you beg, wrapping your hands around her wrist to pull her off. 

“I don’t think so.” Sukuna’s tenor rumbles above you. He grasps your arms and pins them above your head. “She’s teaching you a valuable skill. Don’t you wanna learn? Hmm?”

Tears continue to prick at your eyes when Sheila withdraws her hand and inserts one of the dildoes from her collection, followed by her carefully pressing in her strap-on.

With your teeth clenched, you squeal, unable to handle the stretch. “Com’on, stretch you slut. How are you going to please your husband if you can’t take a couple of dildoes?”

You pant, looking up at Sukuna who’s drooling, looking down on you with a fever you’ve never seen before. Damn Sheila for being right. He does want this. He loves it. And he loves watching someone else fuck you. You never thought this would be a fantasy of his. He’s so possessive. but right now, he’s just letting this happen to you. 

“Does my princess want to make me happy?” you silently nod at him, “Then do what she says, and take it.”

You whine as you realize there will be no mercy on the table for you tonight. Sheila continues pressing in as you deeply inhale trying to relax your muscles. Once the strap-on is fully inside of you, sandwiched in with the dildo, she begins to stroke, taking her time and allowing you to adjust. She seems to have more sympathy for you learning this trick. Slowly gliding back and forth, easing in and out of your velvet walls. 

Sukuna’s grip on your wrists tightens, his black nails biting into your skin and making you wince. “Be a good little whore now. I don’t want to hear any complaints from you.” she shushes. Your breaths are heavy and controlled, trying to manage the balance between staying calm and succumbing to your need to orgasm. 

Before she begins to stroke at a normal pace, she reaches over and grabs another plug from her assortment. This one is slightly smaller and made of black silicone. She pops it into your mouth like a binky before ripping it out and shoving it into your loose back door. 

A new wave of goosebumps span over your chest and arms, stiffening your nipples in their wake. Your back arches and now you know what it’s like to be truly stuffed. “That’s more like it” she says with an evil twist.

Sheila's lesson is far rougher than how she learned but her mission is to demonstrate that you're not sufficient for her King. Yet, even she can’t help but get turned on by your determined innocence. You look so hot, wincing and crying. Your pathetic tears create a fever in her almost as strong as the one she sees in Sukuna. With a mean slap to your bud she begins to thrust and you scream once more. 

“Please, it’s too much! Please!”

“Shut it! I’ll hear none of this. If you can’t handle it, you’re not suited to marry him.”

Your teary eyes look up at the man above you. “She’s right, Princess. You need to practice or you’ll never be able to handle my true form.”

You sniffle and nod before he finally frees his raging length. It has been straining against his pants this entire time, fighting to make an appearance. His body dying to plunge into you instead of those plastic sticks, but now he shoves it down your whiny throat. 

Every hole is filled. You’re stuffed at both ends with no way to free yourself. Both Sheila and Sukuna piston into you, making you tense and gag. You try to scream but the vibrations exhilorate Sukuna. 

He stills in your mouth and motions to Sheila, “Give it here. I want to test her.”

Knowing better than to argue, she pulls out of your now gaping hole and passes over the cock ring Sukuna was gesturing at. He flips you like a rag doll, not bothering to change his position on the bed, and angles both tips into your front slit, as Sheila had done. 

You cry out, “Ah, hah, ah, ah!” alternating between gasps and yoga breaths, trying hard to regulate your oxygen intake. 

“You can do it, baby. You were made for me. You’ll see. You’ll come to love this.”  

You’re eyes, locked on him, relax as he begins to pull in and out, establishing a rhythm. You sink into the sensation when Sheila hovers over you. She reaches down and begins to lick your prominent nerve bundle with a pointed tongue.

You clamp around Sukuna when she pulls back, “Remember miss, he’s going to have a mouth here that likes to feast while he’s inside of you. It’s all part of the lesson.” 

She resumes sucking on your clit, lifting the hood with her tounge and grazing it with her teeth. You squirm but she shuts it down by sitting on your face. She grinds into you, till you capture her nerve bundle between your lips. Then she rocks on you slow and smooth. You let go, needing to breathe but when you do, she bites down on your own bundle. You yell and cry. 

“All part of the lesson.” she chides again as she rubs into you. You resume eating her, and she settles her knees on either side of your head, lifting up slightly so you can breathe through your nose. Getting situated, she locks eyes with Lord Sukuna and pulls back on your clit till it slips between her teeth. Your fluids decorate her face, dripping from her chin. His eyes zero in on her lips, admiring the sheen made by your arousal.

Sheila seizes the moment and leans in to capture Sukuna in a kiss. He pulls away and slaps her across the face. Sheila recoils, falling off of you and cupping her cheek. You sit up, propped on your elbows. 

Looking dazed and fucked out your eyes lazily scan between the two of them. “Don’t get greedy, slut. I invited you for a lesson, not for a threesome.”

Sukuna’s attention resumes it’s focus on you, his eyes feasting on the image of you. He can’t wait till your wedding night. He’s going to ravage you and then some. Leave you destroyed so no other man can have you, ever. You'll be his in every way. 

While Sukuna’s busy drinking you in and chasing his orgasm inside your overstretched walls, Sheila is next to him reeling. He should want her but he pushed her away. She’s better at this than you; what makes you so special? Her resentment builds and all she wants to do is take it out on you. No problem.

Sheila slips back into the strap-on and beats your face with it till your mouth opens up. You take it between your teeth and swallow as she pushes the length all the way down your throat. With Sukuna’s rising pace, she thrusts to match, bruising your vocal cords and cutting off your air supply. Then she begins slapping your breasts the way she knows Sukuna likes to. It’s a lesson, right? He’ll allow her to be this rough cause he knows he’ll be even worse.

Her frustration jabs at your windpipe, ensuring you’ll be horse when you try to speak tomorrow. You yell around her, orgasming from the way Sukuna is beating into your cunt. As you scream, Sheila pinches your clit and shakes it, making you spasm and shake. 

You cum hard, a creamy ring drenching the base of Sukuna’s thick cock. Her cock. The cock she was supposed to have. Her furry is marked as passion. She’s just fucking you good, the way Sukuna would, but it brings her satisfaction to cause you pain. She likes hearing you choke and watching the way your throat bobs up and down from her strap-on. 

Sukuna’s pace matches hers, pounding into you so that your entire body shifts up the mattress. Sheila leans forward, resting her hand on your neck and chokes you. Her strap-on hitting the spot where she closes your throat and smiles as your face turns purple. 

A second intense orgasm rockes your entire frame and this time Sukuna bursts with you. She squeezes your neck harder when Sukuna pushes her out of the way, replacing her fake dick with his real one and milking his shaft in your throat. 

You collapse and are dazed, unsure which way is up or down. You can’t even think words let alone form them, so Sukuna does what any caring man would do, he scoops you up in his arms and carries you to the bathroom to get cleaned up, leaving Sheila behind. 

“Girl, you’re dismissed. But leave your toys behind. We’ll be needing them for later.”

Sheila bows to Sukuna’s back, “Yes my King.” she calls but inside she’s seething. 

It’s wrong, it’s all wrong. You’ve stolen him from her and she’s going to get him back. She doesn’t care what he may think right now, you’re nothing compared to her. Nothing. 

But on the other side of the bathroom door Sukuna is looking down on you, beaming with pride. Fist you conquered Jujutsu, catching his eye and piquing his interest, and now you’re conquering him. What a surprising little doll you are. A doll he’s going to tear into at least two more times tonight…you just don’t know it yet.

A/N: I'm not nearly done with this series, but the next chapter is a big turning point and I'm struggling to execute it just right. Hopefully I can get over this hurdle soon cause the second half of this series is going to be sooo good. (And yes, I did start another series in the meantime. Sorry/not sorry. lol)

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Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10 I Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14