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Ive been riding my bike to work for the past week or so and I've noticed a few things. One, of the two major roads that have bike lanes, both of them are shit and I have simply found an alternative route that uses sidestreets with less traffic, and two, random children on parking garage rooftops wildly overestimate my abilities.
To go into more detail on that second point:
The last stretch going to my work is a just steep enough decline that I've never noticed before when walking or driving, but am able to sail down into a pleasant breeze for about 3 blocks (baring stoplights and pedestrians). The downside, or rather the going up side of this, is that after a long day of work I might as well be climing everest biking home those first few blocks.
And of course, another thing I've noticed, is that no matter which way you're going there's a headwind.
So picture me, last week. 9 hour shift. No sitting down since I got on my bike that morning. Hot as balls but in that way it *could* theoretically be worse? In black pants and t-shirt as is dress code and I haven't gotten into the habit of bring shorts to change into yet. At the start of the summer I haven't been on a bike in at least 5 years, probably closer to 10, I am so incredibly out of shape.
So this goddamn child, this hooligan hanging out on the top of a three story parking garage, sees me battling for my goddam life, going uphill into a headwind and sweating so bad he can probably smell it from up there, calls "do a wheelie" like sir the only wheelie that's imminent from me is being blown back down the hill in such a way the front tires get caught first. The only trick doable from me right now is getting to the top without falling over.
#Pire.txt#I'm not actually mad#I know *do a trick* is just something people say to people on bikes and skateboards#or in a location that looks like they know how to do a backflip#I am mad about the bike lanes though#Even if they weren't shit on their own they aren't even connected to each other#They take up space on the road and for what#One is just painted lines and cars regularly drive with a wheel over the line#And the other road has barriers protecting the bike lanes but the bike lanes are like two times to wide?#You don't need two lanes for bikes on this road#You go one street to the right and you have a more scenic route with a nice wide sidewalk#You go one street to the left and you're actually downtown where all the stores and destinations are#Meanwhile I don't even drive on this particular road anymore since they still allow parking on the side that doesn't have a bike lane#And the street feels so fukin narrow now#'We need to slow down traffic in [this city]' our mayor has apparently said#To that I say shut the fuck up#I know capitalism bad but if you want to tax businesses you have to have businesses#And lately all of them have been going over the boarder to the newer city two miles away#I remember when we used to have corner stores now they're all gone to a new residential district#I also know car bad but people with cars are the ones spending money to tax#Idk sorry this was suppose to be a positive post#I think I've already noticed I'm stronger#I didn't have to stop specifically to push off for momentum at all coming home today#And my leg hasn't shaken while coasting last night or today#I am still panting like a dog and finding intersections newly confusing since I know I'm supposed to stop at stop signs#But cars don't seem to know that and wait for me even though they stopped first and are scarier#I also understand now the stereotype that bikers are pretentious assholes who ignore traffic directions because momentum is everything#I ain't coming to a full stop when I can see from a distance that there aren't any cars coming#Also I don't know if the rules are different when I'm on the sidewalk or the road I should probably look up specifics#Ups and downs to this I guess
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(Regarding arb sudden scratch hitoya ssr) while i overjoyed hitoya driving his motorbike, driving without a helmet still illegal and i kinda wonder if he would get a ticket for that
heâs probably been stopped for it i imagine, but lol he is a rebel himself even if itâs not like kuukou yelling anarchy in his songs lmao
so pls do imagine hitoya getting stopped for that violation and hitoya giving the officer the absolute worst time by citing so many laws and citations against the officer that the guy just lets hitoya off the hook out of sheer fear and confusion lmao
#vee got an ask#hitoya after terrorising a pig for really just trying to keep him safe: thank you for your service officer đ *drives off*#the cop: *crying softly* wtfâŠâŠ.. wtafâŠâŠâŠ ????#hitoya will wear biker gloves and jackets for the aesthetic but not the helmet because it ruins his hair LMAO#kuukouâs probably infamous with the the local enforcements for his vigilantism and hitoyaâs infamous for his casual road violations lmao#jyushi isnât really but heâs been gaining notoriety from hanging out with the two of them#but he also sometimes stops by stations because heâs lost LOL
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All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveller is unaware.
- Martin Buber
#woodlands#inner peace#peace and tranquillity#om namah shivay#pine trees#slow living#sunset#camping#sunspeak#india#bikestagram#biker#bikelife#off roading#vintage
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Addendum: You hope theyâre fireworks.
MYTH: Americans set off fireworks on the 4th of July, in honor of our Independence Day
FACT: Americans set off fireworks from approximately June 20thâJuly 20th, for no reason other than this is the time of year that you can literally buy them at any grocery store
#itâs kind of a coin flip on whether or not the sound is guns to be honest#whereas my dad is unhinged and a chemistry teacher and knows how to make hydrogen gas that he explodes for the neighborhood kids#(it sounds like a canon going off and has terrified our biker neighbors down the road more than once.)
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As much as I love bikers and most biker gangs are good but shouldn't be considered automatically so and cars need to look out for bikers...
If you do stupid shit infront of a car and think being on a bike or being in a biker gang excludes from common sense safety on the road, you deeserved to get honked at and run tf over.
#levi speaks#i hate living near a town that has a bike week#a whole bunch of old white men on their crusty Harley's think they own the fuckin road suddenly#had a convoy pass us on a 3 lane 2 on our side 60-70 mph road and one of those dumb mfers passed us on the shoulder#drove infront of us and started hard braking so the convoy wouldnt get split up when they intentionally drove around us#i wanted to honk at this stupid mfer so bad#i dont care about your dumbass convoy and your handler truck stay in a lane and maintain it without doing stupid shit#Just cause you wanna stay together and its bike week dosent mean you get to dumb illegal shit and if we ran you tf over i wouldnt blink 2icd#all that craziness and danger and stupidity and entitlement for their dumbasses to just fucking pull off on a side roas#ot fucking 300 ft ahead of us#cause of course its a bunch of fake viking american crusty white men#dont pull out infront of people dumbass#dont break check them your not a cop your a douche on a bike#if your convoy gets split up you find a parking lot and pull off and wait#thaylts the responsible thing to do dont pull Infront of a car going 60 mph and do hard stops fuck your convoy#you and lane splitters in moving traffic make all bikers look fucking stupid#your the reason we all hate bike week#you think you own the whole central south of pa for a week in july and you dont#and they ride up on your ass too#a responsible biker keeps their distance cause the person Infront of you could be crazy distracted or have a sudden obstacle#and yes dumbass if you hit them because you wanted to look cool on the harley your kids will sell for scrap because of your earily demise#you will get more hurt than that cars occupants and your bike will stop working and it will be your fault#god dont be fucking stupid on motorcycles#be fucking smart#yes im venting cause biker gangs make bike week hell for people just trying to get fukin groceries#get out of the way you smelly old crusty white dude im going 70 on the highway and your ass is grass if you do stupid shit#litterally stopped us almost caused the cars behind us to rear end us all for your convoy#entitled mfers
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KITTEN, BEHAVE â
. Ęâ âč . ĘË . Ę there are consequences to teasing your biker boyfriend...
âïœĄÂ°â© semi-public s/ex, fem!reader, biker!sylus, reader wears a skirt, reader's a nasty gal <3, undertones of dom/sub (sylus is one kinky mf), finger sucking, finger gagging, petnames (kitten, baby), fucking on his bike (hehe), c/um countdown, unprotected s/ex (wrap it up babes), sylus matches our freak perfectly, based on this thot i had
âïœĄÂ°â© dawn says: i've been a nasty girl ive been a nasty girl nasty nasty (sorry zayne)
Sylus isnât one to find beauty in the mundane but the wind whipping past his frosty locks and your arms wrapped tightly around him makes him feel like heâs on cloud nine.
âKitten, are you alright?â he calls over the lashing breeze.Â
His leather jacket is ridiculously thick, but even through the material, he can feel the heat of your cheeks seeping through.
You always flush whenever he calls you your favorite pet name, and Sylus forgets that just like a kitten, you can be just as playful.Â
A slender hand tipped with French nails slides down his torso, leaving blistering heat in its wake. The thin compression shirt heâs wearing under his jacket can barely fight off the warmth of your palm bleeding past the material and onto his skin.
His heart doubles in speed, and in response, he revs the N-907 Ultrabike, its wheels kicking up more dirt and dust. Linkon City speeds into a blur, White Covesâ beaches in the distance and to his right, Bloom Forest spreads her velvety green arms open for adventurous outdoor lovers to play in.Â
Your hand trickles down his abs, stealing his attention back to your whims, and he smirks behind his visor when he feels your dainty, pretty little palm resting on the front of his pants.
Looks like the little kitten wants to play a dangerous game.
Two can play the same.Â
Sylus pretends to ignore you, and he can tell it only frustrates you more when he remains stone cold and unmoving; a statue youâre trying to thaw.
Your free hand creeps under the hem of his shirt, and thank fuck the wind is too loud because a groan slips past his clenched teethâit would be absolutely embarrassing if you heard it. His mind works doubly hard to focus on not crashing the bike, maneuvering it down the winding steep roads.
âI thought you said you wanted to take me for a ride,â your voice touches his heated ears, innocent and alluring.Â
âIsnât that what weâre doing, kitten?â He tilts his head back slightly and hears your snort.Â
Your antics will never cease to amaze him. Whatever possessed you to be bold also eggs you on to be audacious. Your hands travel further up his shirt, pressing right onto his broad pecs and you smirk when you feel the bike wobbling slightly under his control.
âKitten,â he hisses. âStop it.â
But, you donât listen to him. You never do.Â
This insolent prey. He tries his damndest not to buck his hips when you start to rub his bulge, merciless with your teasing. Your other hand reaches up to his neck, where his favorite leather collar sits prettily on his defined clavicles, and tug on it, earning another hiss.
The bike skids to a stop and youâre not sure how you ended up pushed against the pillion seat, Sylus looming over you. He kills the engine and kicks down the stand, the sudden deafening silence exacerbating your heavy breathing.Â
âWait,â you squeak, and he shakes his head.
âNo more waiting. This is what you wanted, isnât it?âÂ
Looking around in a panic, you notice that heâs parked the bike under a secluded shade of trees, next to an empty strip of road.Â
This was the same route you took to the edge of the N-109 when you were given the mission to retrieve Sylus a few months ago.Â
âFamiliar, isnât it?â He reads your mind with a dark chuckle.Â
Those ruby red eyes bore into yours with the grace of a predator provoked, and you, his favorite prey, will finally get what youâve been asking for.Â
âI think itâs high time we recreated some memories from the first night we both saw each other,â he drags his palm up your bare thigh, making you shiver. âItâs a good thing youâre in a pretty little skirt, kitten,â he hums, pushing the hem of your leather mini skirtâa gift from himâout of the way.Â
Sylus inhales sharply when he notices the micro thong youâre wearing which barely covers anything, his nostrils flaring.
âInsufferable.â
âSy,â you whine, unsure what he's waiting for. It's never like him to play with his food.
The press of his bigger body on top of yours cages you to the pillion seat, the friction burning when he unceremoniously drags you closer to him.Â
Those intense eyes seem to devour you, and for the first time since youâve been together with him, you see a shadow of his villainous evil in them.Â
âIs this what you wanted?âÂ
Is this what youâve been begging for?Â
Sylus wraps a hand around your throat in broad daylight, not caring for morals or decency when he squeezes. Hard.
Your eyes roll back into your head, regret streaming in for how you teased him earlier.Â
âA-ahââ you choke lightly. âWas jusâ tryna play around.âÂ
Sylus ignores your whimpers, a bored look on his face as he loosens his fingers, letting you suck in a wheezy breath.Â
âLittle hunters never learn their lessons, do they?âÂ
He smirks unexpectedly.Â
âRemember that night you tried to tame me during our interrogation? In the end, I was the one who had you screaming, didnât I, kitten?âÂ
You did rememberâof course, you did.
The shine of your boots spreading his kneeling thighs apart. Leather collar around a pale strip of throat you just wanted to suck on and leave a mark. His smug leers, those glowing ruby eyes that shone like dying embers when he finally snaps off the handcuffs you placed him in and pins you to the ground for a taste of your own medicine.
As much as you hate to confront the truth, it stares you down with an impassive face and dark eyesâa truth that breaks the delusion that you were the one in control when it came to Sylus.Â
He touches your thighs, spreads them further. Bright sunlight speckles through the trees, casting webs of shadows across his crooked nose and high cheekbones.Â
Sylus takes his time to peel your thong off, and you bite down on your lip to muffle a whimper.
âWhat? Don't tell me you're all shy now?âÂ
He snorts in amusement at your attempts to be innocent, prying your lower lip free, stroking the curve of your plush mouth with his thumb until you relent and suck on his digit docilely.Â
While youâre not inexperienced when it comes to such carnal submission, itâs the first time youâre doing it outside of the bedroom where anyone could stumble upon the both of you.Â
The thought makes your thighs tense and your needy pussy clench down on thin air, something that Sylus doesnât miss.
âYou like this, huh? Being slutted out so publicly⊠it turns you on to be so open to me.âÂ
He continues to push his thumb around your mouth; pressing down on your gums, flicking the tip of your tongue, inspecting the ridges and juts of each pearly white tooth. Intentionally drawing out your humiliation.Â
Satisfied with the oral inspection, he removes his thumb, swiftly stuffing your protests with two thick fingers.Â
âYou say ânoâ, but I can smell that sweet little cunt getting wetter,â he murmurs, flitting his dark gaze right to your folds flushing readily with need; right to that cleft which houses his favorite hole.
Lewd doesnât begin to cover how Sylus can treat you in bed. Outside the sheets, heâs content to play the role of your partner and friend, tagging along on your adventures and explorations.Â
But the second he has you trapped in his bed, he becomes a different person.Â
Meaner. Assertive.
Downright cruel.Â
âDo you want me to touch you?â He goads, locks of silver hair falling across his damp forehead. Sweat dews across your chest, and you feel the heat of shame rising in you.
Sylus, I was just joking, you try to argue, but heâs not hearing it.Â
âDidnât seem like a joke when you were pawing at my cock earlier, kitten,â your lover hums, unable to take his half-mast red eyes off of you. Â
He slots a hand between your thighs, and you swallow a cry when he drags your thong to the side, spreading your wetness around roughly with his thumb. Sylus rubs tight circles on your aching clit, forcing you to slap a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans.
âSsh,â he whispers when you give a tiny, choked cry. Sylus takes this chance to nuzzle your neck, inhaling your scent like a starved man. âWe donât want anyone to find us out, donât we, kitten?âÂ
Evil, evil man. You bite on the inside of your palm to keep quiet when he lifts one leg to wrap around his narrow waist, effortlessly tugging his zipper down and freeing his cock.Â
âOne single sound and I will stop, do I make myself clear?â
Thereâs no choice but for you to nod. Sylus doesnât waste a single second once heâs got you all nice and wet for him, grasping the base of his girthy and veiny length, stroking it a few times to make sure heâs hard and ready for you.
The thick tip breaches past your tight ring of muscle, and you bite down on a sharp gasp, squeezing your eyes close.
His breathing is getting heavier, and he curses the second he bottoms out in your tight heat.Â
The bike begins to shake with every clean stroke, his thrusts making your toes curl and heels dig into his back. Luckily, the pillion seat is wide enough to accommodate your shaking bodies; never imagining for a single second that your lover would be boldly fucking you on it in the middle of a dangerous zone.
But, Sylus has always been like thisâaddictive, painful.
Dangerous.Â
How he fucks you is no different.Â
The blunt head touches the deepest spot inside of you, and youâre helpless to do anything but cling onto him like second skin, muffling your whines into his broad shoulder.
âLooks like the little kitten is enjoying her cream,â he murmurs, trailing his gaze down your body taking him so well.Â
The veins on the back of his hands stand out, drawing your attention to him dragging the front of your blouse down, tucking your bra cups under your heaving breasts.Â
Sylusâ mouth wraps around one turgid bud, sucking it till itâs shiny with his spit and throbbing from oversensitivity.Â
He repeats the same motion on your neglected nipple, savoring your hitched breaths and muffled whines.Â
Your thighs start to shake, and you turn your head to the side.Â
Look at you, he coos and grabs your chin, forcing you to gaze at the spot between your thighs where heâs fucking into you. Look at how well youâre taking me.Â
Youâre so wet that droplets of white are trickling down your inner thighs, frothing into stickiness where his cock is rutting shallowly inside of you.Â
âSy,â you moan softly, eyes glossing over with tears of pleasure.
He loves how needy and pathetic you look for him with your swollen, parted mouth and tight nipples just begging to be pinched or flicked.
A furrow creases between his brows, drops of sweat trickling down his jaw.Â
You surprise him by leaning forward, flattening your tongue and lapping it right up, shameless in your desire for him.Â
âNaughty girl,â Sylus purrs, his red eyes darkening to an impossible black until youâre sure not a shred of your sweet boyfriend remains. Two thick fingers part your mouth open, sliding down your welcoming throat until heâs knuckle-deep in you.
Sylus chokes you out as his other hand trails down your body towards your clit, rubbing the flushed nub until your hips buck and you cry out; a master at bringing your body closer to the pleasurable brink.Â
The tears beading in your lash line finally freefall down your face, triggering his devilish satisfaction.Â
Returning the favor, Sylus licks them clean, chuckling cruelly at the arousal turning you cross-eyed.Â
He loves it when you look this fucked out, and one day when youâre comfortable enough, he hopes youâll relent to him taking a picture of that messed up, pretty face for his safekeeping.
Baby, you gurgle around his fingers. Iâm closeâŠÂ
Yeah? He goads. Gonna break for me? Come on this cock? Make a mess? Fuckâdo it baby. Mess me up. Make me feel so good because thatâs all youâre good for, huh?Â
He grits his teeth, fighting back the cresting pleasure, needing you to come first.
Come on, baby. Come with me. Five⊠four⊠three⊠thatâs it, baby. Youâre so close, arenât you. Donât come until I reach zero. Fuckâthat pussyâs so tight. Two⊠one⊠fuck, fuck.Â
High strung keens are escaping past the cracks of his fingers stuffed in your mouth, your entire body shaking violently that Sylus thinks youâre being wrecked by an internal earthquake.
Zero. Zero. Fuck, baby. Come for me. Come on, give it to me. Give me that sweet cum. Yeah, thatâs it, thatâs itâ
He grunts, his patience breaking, flooding inside of you in waves of heat; filling you up to the brim.
In this moment of weakness where anyone targeting him can put a bullet right through his head, Sylus thinks that if he dies right now, he would do so happily in your arms.
His forehead gently thumps onto yours and you must be as fucked up as him because you push his hair back, scratching his scalp lightly.
Your sculpted, 6â2 menace of a lover whoâs seen death and destruction since the day he could speak, groans and nuzzles your cheek like a weak puppy. With every version of Sylus that you have seen before, this will always be your favorite oneâwhere heâs comfortable enough to kiss you affectionately, bringing you down from the high.
He hums. âSatisfied?âÂ
Sylus would never say he loves you out loudâthatâs not in his nature.
But, his actions scream louder than words when he adjusts your rumpled clothes and gives you a peck on your cheek.
âDo you still want to visit that mad scientist or should we scrap it for another day?â
The implicit invitation tempts you.Â
A boring lecture or a whole day spread out on my sheets, kitten?
âLetâs go home,â you choose the latter, and Sylus tries his hardest to hide his smug smile when you refer to his penthouse as your own home.
âOf course. But, for the sake of not violating any more public decency laws, you better keep your paws to yourself until we get home, kitten.â
Proving your disobedience and your unwillingness to learn your lesson, you sink two fingers under his collar, dragging him close enough for your lips to touch.Â
âThat depends on if you can get us home fast enough, Sy.â
He takes it as a challenge, a grin touched with a hint of lunacy splitting across his face.
âIs that a challenge, sweetheart?âÂ
âNo, Iââ
He pulls you into a kiss, devouring your breaths until your lungs are filled with nothing but him, him, him.Â
His fingers in your hair, an arm wound tightly around your waist so his favorite prey can never escape him. Sylus breaks off the kiss, ruby eyes like two bloody pools when he stares at your warm cheeks and puffy mouth.Â
âYou should know I alwaysâalwaysâwin our petty bets.â
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RIDE OR DIE .á
in a world where horsepower meets heartstrings, and bookstore meet-cutes lead to motorcycle mishaps, you soon realize that opposites do attract in ways that blur the line between fiction and reality.
ââ PAIRINGS. ryĆmen sukuna, fem!reader
ââ GENRE. fluff, smut, established relationship, biker boy x book girl au, 18+
ââ TAGS. biker!kuna, backpack!reader, profanity, reckless driving, mentions of violence (not to reader), bruises, police, fellatio, cunnilingus, protected, explicit smut, sukuna being a cute bf
ââ NOTES. 8.3k word count. my biker!kuna fics are unstoppable atp đźâđš and as an irl writer gf to a biker bf, this is a very self-indulgent fic. got lazy with the smut so i copied bits from my other gojo oneshot. reblogs are highly appreciated <3
ââ INSPOS. my fav biker boys on biketok: that10r, dylan.r.one, raven.coop, onyx_r7, senor_torque, blacchornets, aushendrivessafe, tiiidddooo, bongo & takaro đ€đïžđš
After dating you for six months, Sukuna realized that nothing in the world could capture your attention like your cherished collection of fictional booksâexcept, of course, him. But before he entered the picture, you were always immersed in solitary bliss at the cafe or library, lost in the intricate worlds of your latest literary fascination to the point where it was almost impossible to pull you out of it.Â
Yet, it became an unspoken understanding between you both; he respected your need for uninterrupted reading time, allowing you to lose yourself in stories populated by your favorite characters, while in return, you supported his desire for a thrilling experience of riding his bike despite the inherent risks that came with it.Â
He vividly remembered the first time he saw you while riding his bike through the city. You were crossing the street then, carrying a bag of books you had just bought from Barnes & Noble, and the sight of you in a cute sundress had him completely distracted from the road. So in an attempt to catch your attention, he revved his bike to âflexâ. But in his effort to impress, he missed the red light and had to brake abruptly, causing him to lose control and drop his bike to the ground.Â
That was the very first time he had ever dropped his precious R1 after a year of riding it. If it had been his old R7, he wouldnât have cared as much, but his R1âhis expensive, still-on-the-loan, matte black, fully customized R1âhit the pavement along with him. For bikers, these kinds of things hurt.
Now, talk about embarrassing. You even stopped to look at him in concern that day and if only you could see his blushing face behind his helmet. But at least, looking back at your meet-cute, he could tell you that he did, in fact, fall for you. Literally.
And there canât be anything truer than that.
âAww, sheâs cute,â Choso remarked, gesturing his chin towards you with a teasing grin as they dismounted their bikes at the parking lot. You were there sitting in a cafe with a book on your lap, unaware that you were being conversed about by these two men right outside.
Sukuna jabbed him on the side and motioned for him to stop staring. âFuck off. Sheâs mine.â
As Choso lifted his helmet, a group of girls outside the cafe couldnât help but swoon over the two bikers, whispering and commenting on how hot and attractive they looked. And being the fucker that he was, completely absorbed in the attention from the girls, Choso had momentarily forgotten about Sukuna as he swaggered towards them with a confident smirk, glancing back at his friend and playfully raising his eyebrows.
âYou go ahead. Iâll go check out the scenery,â Choso said in his usual mischief, âUnless you want to join me?â
Sukuna, still sporting his helmet, smugly showed him a picture of you as his phoneâs home screen. âSorry, already got my hands full with my princess.â
âWhatever. Tell Y/N I said hi,â Choso replied with a chuckle, before turning his attention back to the admiring group of girls.
You sat in your customary corner of the cafe, near the window, with a barely touched cup of coffee before you. Your attention was still and all riveted to the pages of your current book, remaining oblivious to the world around you as it looked like you were just getting to the good part of the storyline. Sukuna decided it would be a charming surprise to approach you as he entered the cafe, his arrival catching the eye of another group of girls who noticed him immediately, but he ignored their glances when he made his way towards your small area.
In his usual black leather jacket, Sukuna pulled a chair backward and straddled it, casually resting his arms on the backrest. With both legs on either side, he settled in, observing you intently behind his black helmet. A faint smirk played on his lips as he quietly watched you absorbed in your reading, and for now, he said nothing and enjoyed the moment silently.
He gave it a minute or so for you to realize.Â
5⊠4⊠3⊠2⊠âL-Lovey?â By the time you finally noticed his presence, you saw your widened eyes at his reflective visor when you looked up at him.Â
âHey, baby girl.â Sukuna pushed the button to lift his visor, revealing his narrow eyes that were locked onto yours. He had that boyish grin sitting handsomely on his lips.
As for you, you looked like you were blushing. That, or perhaps there was some sort of fluttering happening inside your heart at the unexpected sight of him. It was probably taking you a moment to separate fiction from reality, because not long ago, you were too fixated on the fictional boy written on the pages of your book. Now, your very real and actual boyfriend was here. For you. âUm⊠How long have you been there?â
âNot that long,â he assured in his usual low, velvet voice. âI just arrived, actually. Didnât wanna disturb my baby.â
Your curious eyes fell on the red tribal decals on his black Nexx SX100r helmet, reminding you of the same face tattoo designs he had mentioned wanting to get, but you were refusing to let him have. âNew helmet?â
Sukuna nodded, smirking as he tapped the headgear with his gloved hand. âYeah, you like it?â
âI do,â you replied, smiling. âItâs very you.â
âThanks, baby.â
You glanced at his sleek black Yamaha R1 outside the window and immediately closed your chosen book for the day. âOkay, wellâŠâ You met his gaze again. âI have backpack duties today, donât I?â
He was quick to dismiss it. âNo, no. You can finish reading. I donât mind just sittinâ here and watching you for a while.â
But, being the stubborn girl you were, you were already packing your book into your bag. You didnât even listen to a word he said. âDid you bring my helmet?â
ââCourse, princess. Your helmetâs right there strapped onto the backseat.â Your boyfriend leaned in closer and pointed to his sportbike. Just as he took your bag from you, his eyes lingered on your lips for a moment. âSo, youâre gonna be my pretty little backpack today?â
You mustnât have realized it, but the two of you had become the subject of envious stares in the cafe. Most of the girls who looked your way were clearly jealous. Yet your cute, clueless self didnât even seem to notice as you clung to his arm. âYes, lovey. I miss being your backpack.âÂ
Did you know? Sukuna always melted from your enthusiasm. And he couldnât even resist pinching your cheeks. âAlright, then.â His hand moved to squeeze your nose. âI'll be your personal chauffeur, and youâll be my cute little backpack whoâs clinging tightly to me the whole time. Sounds good?â
âYessir,â you answered with a playful salute.Â
âGood girl.â He then took your hand in his, leading you out of the cafe and onto the parking lot when he all of a sudden felt a tug on his arm.Â
You had a visible pout displayed. âLovey, wait!âÂ
âWhat is it, baby?â The question came out of him softly, tilting his head when he looked at you.Â
âMy kiss,â you said sweetly, making Sukuna feel like Cupid shot an arrow to his heart. âYou forgot.â
How can one person be so unbelievably adorable? Just how? How on Earth did he land the cutest girl on the planet? The cuteness aggression was certainly urging him to fall on his knees right now. With the weakness he tried to restrain inside, he was trying his hardest to laugh it off on the outside. âOh damn, youâre right.â He pulled his helmet up, leaning in forward to place a warm, tender kiss on your soft lips. He could hear the hearts of the surrounding girls breaking at the sight. âCanât believe I forgot to give my baby the most important item of the day.âÂ
Satisfied with the kiss, you followed your tattooed boyfriend like a shadow to meet his bike, âFuryâ, as he affectionately named it. The sportbike rocked a midnight black wrap and the cool customizations he added made it a standout even more. Of course, what kind of person would think Sukuna would stick with a boring base design? One of the best things about his R1 was its front light, infamous in the bike community, as it resembled a menacing face that added to its aggressive allure. It was also equipped with a powerful 998cc inline-four engine, leaving no questions why âFuryâ roared with a throaty exhaust note that echoed through the streets. Sukuna chuckled inwardly at the thought. He hoped you wouldnât mind, but this big bad boy would have been the love of his life if you hadnât come along.Â
âLove, I was thinking,â you interrupted his trance as he slipped the smaller helmet over your head, deftly securing the straps under your chin, âDo you think we can swing by the bookstore on the way?â
His lips curved into a smile. âSure, we can. You wanna pick up more books to read?â
âI do,â you confirmed, yet hesitated at the end of your tone. âWell, thereâs this book I wanna read, but⊠it has eighteen plus stuff.â
Sukuna raised an eyebrow in intrigue, his visor still up as he effortlessly lifted you onto the back of his bike with one arm. âOh, so itâs a spicy book, huh?â he teased, recalling the discussions he had seen on âbiketokâ where he went by the username r1.skn. His TikTok account was an unexpected blend of motorcycle enthusiasts and book lovers, and that unique intersection of interests amused him endlessly. âThink my followers would love to know what my backpackâs gonna read next.âÂ
Even with your helmet on, he could sense the shy smile behind it. âNo, please donât film our ride today!â
âHmm⊠What kind of spicy book are we talking about, baby?â he asked, settling onto his bike and revving the engine. When your arms were securely wrapped around his torso, he took that as a go signal to hold the throttle and smoothly shift from first to second gear. âIs it very naughty?â
You hugged him tightly from behind. âUm, itâs about this biker guy and a bookish girl,â you introduced the plot coyly, âAnd yes, it has some steamy scenes.â
He glanced at you through the bikeâs mirror, ensuring that you were safe and secured behind him. Sukuna then shifted into third gear as you entered an empty road, gradually picking up speed. The roar of his bike was louder than his voice. âReally? I bet the biker guy is a dominant one.â
âYeah.â Your grip tightened on his compression shirt, almost as if you were trying to feel his abs through the fabric. âHeâs got tattoos, too.â
What a tease. âYou better picture me as that biker guy when you read that book, princess,â he playfully warned, âYouâre mine, both in real life and in your fantasies.â
âYes, but my lovey is hotter.âÂ
âGood response, baby. You have taste.âÂ
As you reached the stoplight in the city intersection, Sukuna slowed down and adjusted the small camera mounted on his bike to make sure it still had the perfect angle of you two. He couldnât help but chuckle as he now had evidence of how touchy his cute, little backpack could get. You sensed him filming your interaction, but instead of pulling your hand away, you leaned further against his back and playfully touched his toned chest. He was surprised and amused at the action, gently pulling your hand down when your silly hands squeezed his chest, but you remained undeterred by placing them near his crotch the next. Your boyfriend hoped to God that none of the surrounding cars were recording you two for your affectionate display in the middle of the traffic.Â
âBrat,â he teased back with a shake of his head. âA brat who always gets what she wants, especially in bed.â
Your whine followed, along with a light slap on his arm. âHey!âÂ
Why was this red light taking too long? He was getting all bricked up the more he could feel your tits pressing against his back. Although, he considered it a blessing and curse, because the only distraction that was served to you two was when another bike pulled up ahead of cars lined up behind you. It was a white Kawasaki ZX-10R. And its owner? A jerk who had a clear death wish.Â
âHey there, sexy,â catcalled the rider of the 10R, stopping exactly where he could see your rear. âCute helmet.âÂ
Sukuna knew you well enough to know that you were offering an uncomfortable, yet polite smile underneath the helmet. But it was the tug at your boyfriendâs shirt that made him glance over the biker with a hint of warning in his eyes. âWhatâd you say?â His voice carried a menacing edge. While he hadnât been in a brawl in a while, he definitely didnât mind the idea of one now. âBack off my girl or Iâll smash your head on the ground.âÂ
The ZX-10R rider chuckled, hands in the air like an idiot. âAlright, man. No harm meant.âÂ
âShut it.âÂ
âOkay, jeez! How about a little race to settle things? See whoâs got the faster ride?â
Sukuna scoffed, finding it hard to believe that a random guy, especially an obvious amateur, had the audacity to challenge him to a race. Didnât he know? Ryomen Sukuna wasnât nicknamed the King of the Streets for nothing. He had been riding motorcycles for twelve years now, starting with a modest 300cc and graduating to his current 1000cc superbike. His riding experience was unmatched. He also knew every biker in the area as it was his turf. Yet this ZX-10R rider had appeared out of nowhere with such laughable confidence.Â
Thanks to him, your boyfriendâs competitive spirit was ignited. âYouâre on.â
âCool,â the other biker replied.
Meanwhile, you tensed behind Sukuna and gripped his shirt tighter than before. âLove, I donât think this is a good idea.â
He turned his head, gently held the top of your head, and gave you a sweet âhelmet kissâ. âIâll keep you safe,â he reassured, âJust hold on tight for me, okay?â
As soon as the light turned green, best believe the street became a racetrack. All the cars were left behind to dust with the roar of motorcycles as both bikers increased their speed, side by side, in a fierce race. Sukuna shifted into third gear as he passed the next intersection, then into fourth gear when the ZX-10R caught up to him. He could feel your hold around him tightening more than ever as the rush of the wind blew through your helmetâs visor.
He thought you might hate it, but you were surprisingly loving the thrill of the scene.Â
âGo, baby!â you cheered, holding onto him for dear life. Cute.Â
âNot bad, man!â the other biker shouted over the wind, pulling ahead slightly at Sukunaâs moment of distraction. âBut try harder!â
Tch. Sukuna gritted his teeth and focused all his senses on the road ahead. He weaved through traffic, maneuvering his bike skillfully and taking advantage of every opportunity to gain ground. In no time, he caught up with the ZX-10R rider, and they soon raced neck and neck. They exchanged glances as they sped between cars, with the other vehicles blurring around them in motion. The thrill of the competition fueled their adrenaline, while you, as the passenger, felt your heart pounding with excitement.
Both bikes continued to zoom down the road. And it was also during that time when Sukuna locked his mind and body into analyzing the situation. Letâs see, he thought, should I push Fury to its limits?
He calculated his next move, feeling the strong breeze on his face and the vibrations of the powerful engine beneath him. The ZX-10R rider was good, but Sukuna knew he had the skills and the bike to outpace him. He just needed to time it right. Between a ZX-10R and an R1, a quick Google search would tell you that the 10R pulls faster than an R1 engine wise. While both bikes were top-tier, high performance vehicles with a 200 horsepower and a top speed exceeding 180mph, the 10Râs disadvantage is being 7 kg heavier, which instantly gave Sukuna an edge in this situation. Being the lighter bike between the two would certainly make him marginally better at handling and acceleration.Â
With that, your boyfriend capitalized on his bikeâs strengths and shifted into sixth gear at the next intersection, surging ahead and crossing the finish line just as the ZX-10R was left stuck at the last stoplight.
Sweet, sweet victory. Sukuna sped onto the freeway, shouting triumphantly into the air. âWoohoo!â He could feel the jolt of adrenaline satiating his need for a thrilling ride.Â
âB-Babe.â You, on the other hand, tugged at his shirt in worry. âBabe, weâre going too fast. The copsâ!â
The sound of the siren snapped Sukuna back to reality in an instant. âShit,â he muttered under his breath, frustrated by the abrupt interruption. âCanât even have a minute to celebrate my win.âÂ
While he could have engaged in a high-speed freeway chase if he wanted to, especially having already escaped the police once, having you with him now made him opt for better judgment. His promise to keep you safe was his foremost priority here. So, swallowing his pride with a tightened jaw, he slowed down and pulled over to the side of the road as the police car trailed behind.
The officer swiftly exited his vehicle and approached you two. âEvening, folks,â the stern voice of the elderly officer broke the tension. âLicense and registration, please.â
Sukuna retrieved his wallet and handed over his license and registration, then turned to you, placing a protective hand on your thigh. He could tell his poor little backpack was feeling anxious.Â
The cop then glanced between you and Sukuna, his gaze lingering on you with concern. âMaâam, are you alright?â he asked, his focus more on your well-being than on the biker himself.
You nodded, trying to appear composed despite the adrenaline still coursing through you. âYes, officer. Iâm fine.â
The officer soon directed his attention to the R1. âWhatâs the fastest youâve been on this thing?â
Sukuna couldnât resist a cheeky reply. âSpeed limit.â
âVery funny,â said the unamused officer, who retreated to his vehicle to run Sukunaâs information while leaving you and your boyfriend to exchange glances once more.
His expression softened. âSorry about this, babe. I didnât mean to get us in trouble.â Â
âItâs okay.â You reassured him with a squeeze around his waist. âI trust you.â
Interrupting the tender moment, the officer returned and handed back your boyfriendâs license. âDo you know why I pulled you over?â he asked, receiving a shrug in response. A lecture that Sukuna heavily hated soon followed. âYou were speeding back there. I clocked you going 20 miles over the limit. Itâs always you fellas with the 1000cc bikes who think theyâre invincible. Even 600cc guys are scared of the police. You need to slow down, especially with a passenger.â
With your insistent look, Sukuna nodded to the cop, apologetically. âUnderstood, sir.âÂ
The officer studied Sukuna for a moment before releasing a sigh. âLook, I get it. Itâs a nice night for a ride. Just remember, itâs not just your life on the line. Youâve got someone else to think about.â He pointed at you while handing your boyfriend a ticket. âYouâve gotta take good care of her.âÂ
Only then did Sukunaâs cold mien soften up with the cop. âIâll be careful next time, officer.â
âRight. Iâm letting you off with a warning this time, but Iâm writing you a ticket for speeding. Slow down, alright?â
âYes, sir. Thank you.â
The officer returned to his car, and Sukuna pocketed the ticket with a mixture of relief and frustration etched on his face. âWe didnât get to pass by your bookstore,â he lamented, giving you an affectionate caress on the back. âIâm sorry, princess.â
You touched your headgear to his, sharing a helmet kiss. âThereâs always next time,â you reassured him with a smile in your voice. âBesides, this is a real-life experience that no book can ever give me.â
~~
By the time you arrived at your apartment, darkness had already settled in, leaving a cozy glow from the distant cityscape as you switched on the lights and placed your helmet on the nearby console table. Immediately, your British shorthair cat dashed toward you with a loud meow, his pretty auburn eyes gleaming with excitement at seeing his mom.
âHi, Casper,â you cooed at the feline, but his attention swiftly turned when Sukuna entered your apartment a few minutes laterâsomeone he clearly wasnât fond of.
Upon spotting Sukuna, your cat hissed, expressing his displeasure toward your boyfriend, who playfully stuck his tongue out in response. âIâm back, asshole.â
âDonât call him that!â You chuckled, attending to Casper by mixing up his food in his bowl. âHeâs probably never going to warm up to you at this rate.â
Sukuna smoothly removed his jacket and flopped down on the couch. âBoo! Casper sucks,â he hooted, cupping his hands around his mouth, âHeâs just jealous because you love me more.â
It had been a while since Casper had seen Sukuna since you were the one coming over at his place more often. Still, the catâs disdain for your boyfriend persisted, and you suspected it was because Casper could detect the scent of Sukunaâs dog, a large Doberman, whenever he was near. You can only imagine how crazy your household would be should you and your boyfriend move in together in the near future.Â
For now, his occasional visits sufficed. Although, there were days when his presence in your apartment stirred more thoughts in your mind than just simple cuddles and movie nights. How could you help it? He was oblivious to the thoughts running in your head as he sat lazily on your couch, his legs spread wide, lifting his compression shirt just above his sweaty chest. His toned abs were impossible to ignore, especially as he ran his fingers through his hair, breathing heavily.
âBabe, itâs so hot,â he said, fanning his face, completely unaware of the chaos inside your head. âWanna shower before bed?â
His suggestion was innocent enough, but your immediate agreement was driven by a different kind of excitement. âOkay,â you replied with a sheepish grin, âIâll see if you have any clothes left in the closet.â
You see, you and Sukuna had just started dating a few months agoâprecisely 6 months and 3 weeks to be exact, so the relationship was definitely still fresh and vulnerable. But needless to say, while he was indeed a sweet and dreamy boyfriend that you could only ever read about in your stash of fictional books, there was also a side of him that awakened the more mature side of you.Â
If it wasnât obvious enough, Sukuna was more experienced in the intimacy department than you. And him being your first did bring in thoughts of inadequacy in terms of your performance in bed. You havenât done it enough to call yourself a pro, but you also did it enough to say that you already knew what, how, and where to please him the most. You owe that experience to the multitude of smut scenes you had read about on Tumblr and AO3, because those exact stories provided essential insights that guided your actions on your first time.
Now, whenever the sexy beast within you was unleashed, you didnât even hold back anymore.Â
The shower was already running when you stepped inside the small space, your boyfriend letting the cold water fall on his naked tattooed body in rivulets. Each drop of water sounded like rainfall, and with him pulling you closer by the arm, he began kissing you with a passion that made it feel like you were caught in a rainstorm.
âLovey!â You giggled, pushing your palms flat against his chest. âYou said weâll just shower.âÂ
âYou know what I meant by that, baby.âÂ
The water continued to cascade down your skin, your hair now damp and your body now wet. Sukunaâs eyes darkened in lust as eyed you up and down, his hands tracing the curves of your body, before crashing his lips back onto yours once more. This time, his kisses were more aggressive as he bit your lower lip, and took the opportunity of shoving his tongue inside your mouth. He was devouring you with rough and wide movements, allowing your tongue to roll around his in a playful tangle. And with his fingers now grabbing a fistful of your hair, and his other hand sliding down your chest to squeeze your breast, you felt a stretch on your scalp when he pulled you by the hair to look up at him. âYou think youâre so innocent, donât you?â he teased, kneading your right breast before his hand moved south to palm your dripping cunt, âDeep down, youâre just as naughty and wicked as me.âÂ
âN-No.â Your breath hitched when his lips traced light kisses around your neck. But it wasnât just his kisses and touch that made your knees weak, it was the feeling of his hardened member pressed against your stomach, fully erect and ready to be inside you. âMmh⊠Youâre the naughty one.âÂ
Sukuna went in for another open-mouthed kiss before he nibbled on your earlobe. âI donât deny that, princess,â he pivoted your body around, and made you lean against the glass wall so he could get a better view of your buttocks. While you, you could see your tits pressed against the glass from your reflection in the mirror, a sight that your boyfriend went absolutely crazy for when he looked up. âAh, fuck. Thatâs so hot.âÂ
You could feel his fingers playing with your entrance from behind, and you watched him bite his lip through the mirror, his eyes dancing in lust as he wantonly stared at your body. âNgh,â you bit back a moan, the feeling of his fingers teasing your entrance making you curl your toes, âI⊠I-I like that.âÂ
âI bet you do, baby.â Good lord. His voice was deep and raspy, and the sexiness of it was enough to make you wet. He even showed you evidence per se, when he pulled his digits out, spreading two fingers apart to show you the clear, slimy substance that coated it. You were already a blushing mess when he showed you your cum, and felt the heat in your cheeks worsening as you watched him, eye-to-eye, suck your juices from his fingers. âAww, my baby tastes sweet.âÂ
âItâs the pineapple juice,â you joked, allowing him to cup your jaw and place a sloppy kiss on your mouth. âMmmâI forgot to tell you.â You pulled away to look at your boyfriend. âIâm ovulating.âÂ
Sukuna tilted his head, squeezing your bum tenderly as he replied, âAre you suggesting I get you pregnant?â
âNo, silly!â You chuckled shyly while he positioned himself behind you. âI was trying to say that I get extra horny when Iâm ovulating.âÂ
He smiled, aroused more than ever as he heard you say those words out loud. âToo bad, I was thinking of creampie-ing you.âÂ
A gasp flew out of your lips when Sukunaâs long, slender fingers performed circular motions on your clitoris, stretching your labia apart so he could insert two fingers at your entrance. âB-Babe!â Your widened eyes were in great contrast to his lust-filled ones as he found entertainment at your submission to pleasure. You gripped his wrist and tiptoed when he started scissoring his fingers inside, forcing you to raise your leg so he could continue to move his hand in and out of your sopping cunt. âAhhâah! S-Sukuna!â
He hadnât heard his name from you in awhile and he found that amusing. âHm, baby? Saying something?âÂ
You squeezed your legs together to hide the clench that you were feeling inside, looking up at his crazed brown eyes and tracing his pectoral muscles with your fingers. You couldnât hold it anymore, you were a willing slut ready to be pounded on by this tattooed man. âPlease, f-fuck me.â
He reattached his lips back onto yours and pulled away just enough to keep your foreheads connected. âNot yet, baby girl.â A sly smirk spread off his lips. âThat book you were reading earlier at the cafe,â he began, pulling his fingers away to turn you around, âIt was smut, wasnât it?âÂ
Feeling a wave of embarrassment as he brought it up, you responded with a coquettish smile. âMaybe.âÂ
Sukuna then pushed you down on your knees, letting you kneel down in front of his hard, veiny cock. He had stroked himself a few timesâhis other hand lifting your chin upâbefore he slapped his length against your lips. âThink you can show me how they did it in that book?âÂ
âWhyâŠâ you trailed off, wrapping your hand around his cock, pumping the long, meaty shaft before placing your tongue on top of the swollen tip. He was all crazed and aroused when you kept eye-contact and started putting his member inside your mouth.
âDamn.â Your boyfriend threw his head back, caressing your cheek with his thumb. âLetâs make all your fantasies a reality, baby.âÂ
Well, he was sweet for that. But also mischievous, too. He knew you could be just as naughty as him because he had seen the books you were reading and most of them were definitely far from innocent. Could he blame you? Sometimes, reading about it was better than experiencing it. Yet with your boyfriendâs ego, he wasnât one to allow your fictional men to be better than him in all aspects. Physically. Emotionally. Sexually.
You let him guide your hand into stroking his shaft before you ejected spit on the pink head, using it to lubricate his aching member while you lowered yourself further to fit his firm balls inside your mouth. It gave you utmost pleasure to hear his guttural moans when you swirled your tongue around his bollocksâtasting the same flesh that carried all of his sperm, and releasing it from your mouth to give his cock the same attention. At first, you kissed his swollen tip and treated it like a lollipop, then you started sucking every inch of his length by bobbing your head at a stable rhythm. âMmm.â You could hear curses leaving his pretty lips as he held your head in place, snapping his hips forward until you were gagging from the intense penetration on your throat.
You learned all these after a single read at your favorite 18+ book. Â
âThatâs a good girl.â His praise rang in your ears like a sweet melody.
Even without a reflection to look at, this was the most erotogenic exchange you two had ever done as a couple. And along with that, his half lidded eyes were staring down at you, judging you and your every move.Â
You did your best to give him a stellar performance, did your most at pleasuring his member, and did everything that he liked whenever you were sucking his cock. And just like that, thick ropes of cum were sent straight down your throat. The musky, metallic taste didnât stop you from swallowing all of his seed and you had to show your tongue to make him know that you did a good job at taking all of his semen. Nothing was wasted.
Not even time, because as soon as you finished giving him a blowjob, he was already carrying you out of the bathroom without drying yourselves off. You were thrown into your double bed, manhandled into spreading your legs apart before your animalistic lover plunged his face onto your pussy.
âS-Sukunaâ! Mmmâfuck!â
He had your back arching because of how deep his tongue was going inside, tasting your walls and kissing your cunt like he would do with your mouth. He was smooching off your labia like a hungry beast, eating you out as if he wasnât satisfied by the juices that he was sucking from you. You were already in your seventh heaven, unable to think straight when he added his middle finger to the movements of his tongue. If fingering your pussy and lapping your clitoris werenât enough to drive you crazy, maybe grabbing a fistful of pinkish hair was a sign for him to stop before you could truly lose it. You could feel fire pooling on your lower abdomen and your legs were already shaking uncontrollably, your toes curling wantonlyâwith the suction he was doing on your cunt, you ended up screaming for his name and engulfing his mouth with your Earth-shattering release.
âHaah! âKuna, p-pleaseâŠâ
As he detached his mouth from your entrance, he started climbing up, visibly pleased with the way he ravaged your cunt. He was wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb, pressing his lips down on yours to make you taste your own fluid. A string of saliva connected your mouth to his before he grabbed ahold of his erect member once again. It hadnât even been more than two minutes and you were already being hauled into another position. âLet me fuck you from behind.â
âLovey, w-wait.â
âAss up, baby.â His patience was growing thin when he dragged your body by raising your hips close to his crotch and pressing your head down against the mattress. Your boyfriend cared none for the embarrassment that settled on your heated cheeks when he spread your buttocks apart so he could ogle at the exact hole that he was about to enter.Â
âNo, wait!â you begged, looking up at him with a plea, âCondom, please.âÂ
The realization hit his face. âI think Iâm all out, baby. Let me check,â he said, pulling away and stumbling towards his discarded pants on the floor, hoping desperately that he would find an unused packet of condom. Just to his luck, he had one more packet hidden between the folds of his leather wallet. âGot it!âÂ
He hastily ripped the packet with his teeth, taking the rubber out, and rolling it slowly to cover his entire length. You remained on all fours, watching him as he ejected spit on his fingers, which he soon used to lubricate your entrance.Â
Did he give you any time to adjust? That word didnât even exist in his vocabulary when he sunk all seven inches inside of your cunt, wrecking you open to the point where you could feel a stinging sensation on your entrance after being stretched by his fully erect cock. âBest pussy in the entire world.â
You were suppressing your moans from coming out too loud while you bit on a pillow, nails digging on the sheets as your lover penetrated your tight vaginal walls. âAhh! M-More⊠More.â He was treating you like a fleshlight as he continued to rut your sopping cunt with his fat cock, absolutely enjoying how your warm pussy was milking his full length.
âCan your fictional boys fuck you like this, baby?â he breathed, all deep and velvety as he gave you the most rhythmical skin-slapping thrusts. He was so deep in your cavern that you could feel the base of his cock slamming against your ass. You didnât even notice the hand that was snaking on your front to massage your bouncing tit because you were far too lost in the shockwaves of sexual gratification. âNo other man can fuck you this good.â
It was like he was riding his own bike. With how fast his pace was increasing, you were already too limp to feel his hard thrusts.
Your brain was short-circuiting from the amount of sensation that was entering your body, intoxicated by the waves of libido in your system that was heightening more and more as he continued to satisfy your insatiable heat. You could barely think straight. You lost your sanity. All the modest parts of you had completely dissolved into a bitch in heat. Like a needy little whore. You didnât even have any control of your own words when you started telling Sukuna, âI⊠want⊠you to keep⊠fucking me⊠like this.â Another forceful slam elicited a mewl out of you. âA-Aah! Haah!â
âShit, Iâm gonna cum.â Your boyfriend held a tighter grip on your hips, your moaning face leaving an imprint on his mind as he propelled your body forward and raced towards his ecstasy. After yet another thrust or two, or three, or four⊠Spurts of warm seed started exploding into the rubber. Sukunaâs thrust had become unsteady, his body falling down on the bed but his member still remaining inside of you. âI canât get enough of your pussy, baby.âÂ
You were catching your breath after he broke your mind into becoming this sex-obsessed freak. âLookie! My bedâs all wet now.âÂ
He smiled and finally pulled out, only to lean down again and plant a soft kiss on your forehead. âLet me carry you to the couch,â he offered, but first he had to pull the condom out of his cock to reveal a cum-filled rubber. âChrist. I came a lot.âÂ
In other words, his cum would have been dripping out of your pussy for days.
You extended your arms, awaiting to be lifted like a princess by your lover. âCarry me now, please!â
âI will, baby.â Without hesitation, he scooped you up in his tattooed arms. He, too, was heavy breathing, but he still effortlessly held you. âIâll take care of cleaning your sheets while you sleep.â
He was already walking towards the living room as you kicked your feet in the air, giving his cheek a gentle squeeze. âCan you clean out Casperâs litter box, too?â
Sukuna made a face of disgust, glancing at the cat before gently setting you down on the couch. âOnly if he stops being an asshole,â he joked, but your pleading expression melted his resolve. âAlright, fine. Iâll take care of your bed, your catâs litter... what else? Youâre lucky I love you, you know.â He moved to the window, drawing the curtains closed to shield you from prying eyes. âDo you think your neighbors saw us fuck earlier? I forgot to pull the curtains on your bedroom.â
You laughed, pulling the sheets up to cover yourself. âWell, thereâs this couple thatâs been giving me strange looks lately, so it definitely isnât the first time theyâve seen us do it.â
âItâs like that movie we watched,â Sukuna mused, trying to recall the title.
âThe Voyeurs!â you both exclaimed in unison, sharing a laugh before you gestured to him. âGet dressed, lovey!â
Sukuna returned to tuck you in under the thin sheets, leaning down to give you a peck on the lips. âAnd you get some rest now, baby.â
~~
The morning sun filtered through the curtains as you woke up, stretching lazily in bed to find Casper purring next to you. Thatâs strange, you thought. Your cat normally wouldnât go near you when your boyfriend was around, so you turned to your side, expecting to find Sukuna still sleeping beside you, but the spot was empty. Confused, you glanced around the room, noticing that his motorcycle gear was also missing from its usual place.Â
âLovey?â you called out through the empty apartment. âWhere are you?âÂ
With no response received, you walked towards your bedroom and found the sheets had been changed and everything was tidy. Searching the bathroom yielded no clues to Sukunaâs whereabouts either. And a quick trip downstairs to check his usual parking spot confirmed your suspicionâhe had left without a word.Â
You frowned, reaching for your phone to send him an annoyed text.
YOU: love, where are you?Â
YOU: iâm not some kind of booty call that you can just leave the next morning without a say
The minutes ticked by as you waited for a reply, feeling a mix of frustration and worry because of his absence. Were you overthinking this? Perhaps he was just out to get you lunch. Or maybe he had an emergency. You tried to calm yourself down by breathing deeply and thinking of any possible explanation other than the worst-case scenario. Maybe his phone died, or he got caught up in something urgent. But after an hour of no response, worry began to gnaw at you. Did he just ghost me?Â
âOh, God.â You paced back and forth in your apartment, checking your phone repeatedly for any sign of a message or call from Sukuna. âOh, God. Oh, God! Iâve read about this a lot. Why are guys such jerks?âÂ
You tried to rationalize his absence, hoping for a reasonable explanation, but your mind persisted racing through various scenarios, with each one more disheartening than the last. Maybe heâd gotten tired of you, or perhaps he was scared of commitment. The frustration and confusion were almost unbearable. Was the sex last night not good enough for him?Â
That situation lasted the entire afternoon. And you wanted to rip your hair out at the fact that your boyfriend had been gone for hours, his phone unreachable, and his friends having no idea where he was. Â
So as the evening approached and your anxiety grew, you decided to call Sukuna again. It was the 47th missed call. But just as you were about to dial his number once more, you heard the familiar roar of his R1.
âWhat the hell.â You rushed to the window and saw your boyfriend pulling into the parking area. Relief flooded your system as you watched him switch off the engine, dismount his bike, and walk leisurely towards your apartment buildingâs lobby like he didnât just leave an anxious girlfriend without a note the morning after he fucked her brains out.
You waited for him to arrive at your doorstep, your heart calmer but still ticking with anxiety as the clock rang in your ears. You were ready to give him a lashing for being unresponsive to your texts and calls. But as the door swung open, your boyfriend knowing your passcode by heart, you didnât expect that your anger at him would end up being for a totally different reason.Â
Because there he was, standing by your door looking slightly disheveled but with a sheepish smile on his face. He held a Barnes & Noble bag in one hand.
âHey, babyââ
âWhat the heck happened?â You rushed to him, noticing the scrapes and bruises on his face. âAre you okay? I was worried sick!âÂ
Sukuna removed his helmet and winced slightly, the corner of his lower lip was smeared with dried blood. âSorry, my love,â he spoke softly, going in for a comforting hug, âI wanted to surprise you, but things got a little complicated.âÂ
You pulled away to touch his bruised cheek. âYouâre hurt. Why arenât you answering my texts?âÂ
âPhoneâs dead,â he answered, showing you his lifeless phone before handing over the bag. âAnd this is for you, my beautiful princess.â
Taking the bag, you said, âYou didnât have to do this.â Then your eyes scanned his face for any sign of serious injury.
âI wanted to,â he insisted, his voice filled with affection despite his exhaustion. âIâm sorry for making you worry.â
You eyed the Barnes & Noble bag, realizing that the book inside was the exact one you had mentioned wanting yesterday. Your emotions swirled in a mix of frustration and tenderness. Should you lecture him for being so reckless, or cry because of how romantic it was that he went out of his way to get the book you had been searching for?
But first and foremost, how and where did he get all those bruises?
Before you could ask, he already had an answer prepared. âLong story, baby. Let's just say I had a little run-in with another biker who had the same idea as me.â
You grabbed his hand and guided him to sit on the couch while you hurriedly fetched your first aid kit. As you tended to the scrapes on Sukunaâs face, Casper the cat approached cautiously, sniffing his scent before surprising both of you by leaning against your boyfriendâs leg.
âMeow~â
âCasper!â Sukuna exclaimed joyfully, picking up the cat with a playful flourish like how Rafiki carried Simba in The Lion King âBabe, he finally likes me!â
You rolled your eyes affectionately and joined Sukuna on the couch, gently tilting his chin to examine his bruise. âTell me exactly what happened,â you asked with a hint of sternness, âYou went all over town just for this book?â
Your boyfriend carefully set Casper back down and nodded. âYeah, itâs the last one they had. Had to fight for it, though.â He then rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. âI donât even get a kiss or a thank you?â
At once, all your defenses crumbled. You let go of the gauze in your hand and pulled your boyfriend into a tender kiss, wrapping him in a warm hug afterward. âYouâre insane, you know that? I was so worried about you, and now I find out you spent the whole day looking for this book.â You sighed, overwhelmed by the rollercoaster of emotions the day had brought. Despite everything, you couldnât help but feel a rush of love for the man who had gone to such lengths to make you happy. âBut thank you, lovey. Thatâs really sweet of you.â
Sukuna, now grinning broadly, held you closer around the waist. âAlways welcome, my baby.â
âNow, tell me about that biker,â you began, taking a q-tip and some ointment, âHowâd you get into a fight?âÂ
âOh, you wouldnât believe it,â he recalled, amused at the thought, âHe was going to get the book for his girl, too. But I got there first, and he wouldnât let me have it.âÂ
Jesus. You couldnât decide whether to laugh or sigh at the absurdity of two bikers squabbling over a book in a bookstore. âYou shouldâve just let him have it.âÂ
âBut baby!â he protested like a child, âI couldnât come home empty-handed. I already feel bad we didnât get to pass by the bookstore yesterday.âÂ
What a stubborn boyfriend you have. âI already told you itâs okay, lovey. Youâre the best boyfriend already. I appreciate the effort and Iâm even more in love with you now than ever,â you reassured, placing a light kiss on the tip of his nose, âNow, is there anything I can give you in return? As a thank you?âÂ
Oh, boy. You already assumed he would request for something concerning activities in bed. But his face suddenly lit up as if a lightbulb just appeared above his head. His idea was surely not what you had in mind.Â
âHow about I teach you how to ride my bike?âÂ
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The sun hung low on the horizon as Sukuna stood beside his Yamaha R1, patiently explaining the basics of riding âFuryâ to you. He seemed to be heavily enjoying this whole thing. Meanwhile, you, donning a helmet and gloves, were fully geared up, nervousness evident as you cautiously swung your leg over the bike.
âAh, dammit.â Your boyfriend was grinning like an idiot as he saw you sitting on his bike. âYouâre gonna be one hot biker girl. I canât! Youâre mine. Donât let them see you like this, babe!âÂ
âStop exaggerating!â you retorted, your voice tense with nerves as you gripped the handlebars tightly. âThis bike feels⊠big.âÂ
âLike my cock?â
âStop it.â
Sukuna erupted into a chuckle before proceeding to move closer to you. âAlright, babe. Remember what I showed you about the clutch and throttle control,â he encouraged, âTake it slow.â
Nodding, you started the bike and felt the powerful engine rumble beneath you. With your boyfriendâs guidance, you eased out the clutch and gave a tentative twist of the throttle. The bike lurched forward, causing you to panic and squeeze the brakes hard.Â
âOh, my God!â You let out a squeak of surprise. âOh, my God! Iâm gonna die.âÂ
âEasy there.â He held your waist protectively. âLetâs try one more time?âÂ
You took a deep breath, trying to ignore the intimidating power of the machine beneath you and instead focus on Sukunaâs instructions. Even with his guidance, you found yourself repeating the same mistake where this time, you braked too hard again, causing your body to jolt forward dangerously. You would have fallen from the bike if not for your boyfriend catching you right on time.
âI canât do thisâŠâ You shook your head, frantically. âIâm not cut out for this.â
Sukuna held you steady, his hands firm yet reassuring. âHey, itâs okay,â he said softly, looking into your eyes. âIt takes time, alright? Youâre doing fine. Maybe we should start with something smaller.â
You let out a heavy exhale as Sukuna carried you off his bike. âYeah, maybe.â
âLike a lower cc bike?â he suggested, giving your helmet a playful tap. âLetâs start you off on a 150cc bike. Yuuji has a CBR150R we can borrow.â
âI wouldnât want to wreck your nephewâs bike,â you teased, watching from the side as Sukuna effortlessly mounted his own bike.
He revved the engine and reached out for your hand, helping you settle in behind him. âThen, you can just stay being my backpack princess for nowâ
With your arms securely around his waist, the bike accelerated, the wind whipping against your helmet visor. The view of the sunset was perfect for this ride. âSo, does that mean Iâm not your ride or die anymore?â
Sukuna took your hand from behind, lifting it to his lips for a kiss. âNah. Youâll always be my ride or die, baby.â
#ryomen sukuna x reader#ryomen sukuna x you#sukuna x reader#sukuna x you#sukuna smut#sukuna fluff#biker sukuna#biker au#biker bf sukuna#jjk x reader#jjk x you#biker boy x book girl#jjk smut#jjk fluff
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DCxDP Fanfic Idea: Petal to the Metal.
It's starts off simple enough.
Tucker realizes that, with the map from the Far Frozen, there was a chance they could find an earth similar to their own within the Infinite Realms. The only difference? It would be a few years ahead of their timeline.
If they happen to pop over there and gather "helpful" tips, like "What were the lottery winning numbers in 2008?" or "What companies were the best to invest in the early 2000s?" then who would be the wiser? It's not like they were stealing anything.
They just put one foot in front of the others at the starting line. Some may say cheating (Sam) but Tucker prefered to be prepared. It didn't take too long for Danny to agree.
A way to guarantee wealth? Sucess? Heck, they may even be able to "discover" cures for deadly illnesses. It would be rather selfish of them not to use the map for the greater good.
Sam chose to stay behind, stating she was already rich and didn't need to cheat into more gold. Tucker personally thought she didn't understand the common folk like the two boys.
The plan was simple. They had already located the suitable earth; they would go in, spend a weekend sightseeing (and gathering info), and then return home. As far as their parents knew, they were going to a concert in another state, having bought fake tickets and hotel rooms to sell them. It took a lot of begging on both sixteen year olds part but eventually neither parent had denied them the trp and off they went.
Danny had even attacked a miniature portal ray to their beat-up car, having taken inspiration from the time Jonny 13 had modified his bike back in the day. He had blown it up after helping the biker win back Kitty, but he hadn't forgotten about it.
They hoped that a car like their own wouldn't stand out too badly in 2020, praying that people would just assume them to bepoor. How different could cars be in such a short time anyway?
The bags were packed, the car was filled, Danny had set the miniature portal, and the two drove out of the city limits to fire it up. It required a lot of speed, since Tucker's plain toyota wasn't a space ship design to travel the death diminsion.
Danny had offered to drive, seeing as Tucker hated being behind the wheel on long road trips, and once his parents could see them- Mr. Foley didn't like his son lending his car to his friends. One never knows what could happen with teenagers- he had switch seat with Danny.
Danny, who has Fenton blood, had him put the petals to the metal and had no problems raising their speed to the one hundred needed for the miniature portal to work. The plan was perfect.
The plan fell apart when the portal opened in front of a clown about to put on a show for a large crowd. They ran him over with their car.
"Omg! You hit a clown!" Tucker screams watching the body roll off the windsheild.
Danny's grip on the stirring wheel was knuckle white but his eyes were narrowed in satisfication. "Good"
"No not good! This isn't Freakshow! That was a random clown doing a show and we killed him!" Tucker screams as Danny puts the car in reverse and runs him over again.
"Danny!"
Outside the vechile people were screaming, lots of them pointing and one clear voice ran above the rest.
"They killed Joker!"
Danny reached down and flickered on his favoritedriving song as various people started to climb on the stage. Poeple dressed in strange clothing.
Was that a Bat?
"Hold on Tuck!" is his own warning before Tokyo Drift started blaring through the speakers as he slammed his foot on the petal again. They blew through some barrels of green liquid and drifted off the stage onto the road with Danny sining at the top of his lungs.
Tucker could barely hear himself scream as people jumped out fo the way unprepare for a Driving Fenton like Amity Park was.
Maybe Sam was right. This was a terrible idea.
#dcxdpdabbles#Petal to the metal#Part 1#Danny runs over clowns#Fenton Driving#They just had the Fast and Furious movie release#Tucker's pov#Danny's first reaction to clowns: KILL IT#TW: Hit and runs#Joker was going to do a mass killing and gets decked by a speed junkie and his screaming passenger princess
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love & company || r. sukuna
⊠biker ryomen sukuna x female biker reader || non-curse au
⊠oneshot
â you're beginning to lose hope of ever fixing your bike as the moon rises over the horizon when a man built like a brick wall and covered in tattoos stops to help you out. he's standoffish and his words are cold - but as it turns out the version of him you see is soft. who knew this man could ever become your best friend, let alone something more? â
⊠warnings ; 18+ only. contains explicit content. friends to lovers. fluff. hurt/comfort. p in v. fingering. oral (f! and m! receiving). degradation (slut). choking. pet names (princess, brat, woman, girl). size kink. rough sex. unprotected. biting. hair pulling. manhandling. toxic relationship (not sukuna). manipulation (not sukuna). reckless driving. use of alcohol and cigarettes. reader is implied to be short/small mostly in comparison to sukuna but he's huge so. ooc warning for sukuna given that this is modern and i want him to be more realistically human. i probably got some of the bike information wrong.
⊠words ; 24.2k.
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A cool evening wind chills your skin as you hunch over your bike on the side of the road. Youâre thankful for your thick leather jacket to protect you from the brisk winds, but it doesnât make it easy to work when your thoughts continue to stray to the fast-approaching night.
Your Kawasaki motorcycle puttered to a stop an hour ago and youâve been on the side of the road ever since. Of course it would happen today of all days, where your patience runs thin and you want nothing more than to be curled up in bed.
Your small array of tools that you keep for times like these are finally proving useful, but you can hardly bring yourself to care as you run out of things to check. Youâre almost certain the issue is a clogged fuel line at this point but without the necessary tools to check, youâre fresh out of ideas on what to do aside from calling a tow truck.
The sound of another passing motorbike is grating on your ears as someone speeds by on a bright red Ducati and you want to curse them out just for having a working bike, but to your surprise, they circle back a minute later and pull up next to you.
A broad-shouldered figure steps off the bike, pulling a dark helmet off and giving his head a shake, running a hand through his pink hair to give it a naturally windswept look. Tattoos line his sharp jaw and scars litter his right eye. Deep near-crimson eyes lock on you, a mildly cold expression spread over the tall manâs features. Heâs just about the textbook definition of what you would think of as a âbad boyïżœïżœ.
He looks you over before taking in the state of your bike. The sight of you covered in grease and oil sitting in defeat on the ground is amusing to him to say the least- you donât much look the part of a biker between your small figure and approachable stature but one look at your bike and attire tells him not to judge a book by its cover.
âNeed a hand?â
Unfortunately for the tattooed man, heâs caught you in a bad mood.
âNo,â you grumble, picking up your wrench and dipping back into a rhythm of checking everything.
âIâve got more tools than just a wrench,â he offers. Your intense gaze looks him over again, surveying the black leather hanging off his shoulders and red helmet that matches his bike tucked under his elbow.
âI can handle myself,â you insist, not keen on accepting a strangerâs help, especially given his cold expression.
âDidnât say you couldnât,â he retorts with a click of his tongue. âJust askinâ if you want a spanner or pliers.â His eyes flicker to the moon rising in the sky. âOr a flashlight.â
You follow his gaze out to the rising moon, its light not offering enough of a look at your bike to be all that helpful as night begins to fall.
You sigh, wiping perspiration from your forehead with the back of your hand. The manâs lips quirk upwards in a minute smirk at the sight of the grease you accidentally wipe on your head. He thinks itâs cute.
âA spanner would be helpful,â you give in, pulling a pair of pliers from where youâd set them down beneath your knee to show you did at least have a couple of tools handy.
Pulling his hands from his pockets, the tall man turns to the backpack heâd set on the ground behind him. He sets his helmet on the seat of his bike and pulls out a spanner, handing it to you in place of the torque wrench youâve set at your side.
Heâs silent as you thank him and begin adjusting the spannerâs size to detach the fuel line. Standing in silence, he does little more than watch given that you donât seem to want his help.
When the fuel line finally detaches, you groan as you realize youâd been right about the problem the entire time and the line is blocked. Without an air compressor, there isnât much you can do to get your bike running again and your shoulders slump in defeat.
âNow dâyou need a hand?â He asks with a raised brow and a small smirk.
The look you shoot him is fiery and heâd be a liar to say he doesnât think your attitude is cute. It suits the strange vibes he gets from you in the best of ways.
âIâll just call for a tow,â you insist, still refusing the help of the stranger you know nothing about, aside from the fact that he has just about the most high-end street legal sports bike in pristine condition and you find it to be pretentious.
âSuit yourself. I can fix it for free, though.â
You press your lips into a thin line, brow furrowed as you look over his features. The man practically towers over you, heâs built like a tank and dwarfs you in every sense. His expression is aloof, giving away very little about him. You have no reason to believe heâs lying though, so with a sigh, you give in and hand him the spanner heâd lent you.
The man lowers himself beside you, disconnecting the other side of the fuel line entirely as he begins pulling apart the carburetor. You sit back, watching your bike attentively as though he might do damage to it, but his fingers move deftly as if this is all muscle memory to him.
âWhatâs your name?â You ask as the silence stretches on. Itâs a surprisingly comfortable silence, as he grabs a rag and water bottle from his backpack. He glances at you as he wets the rag and begins cleaning the carburetor.
âSukuna.â
âYou know your way around a bike.â
âBeen riding for a while.â
You nod. Despite his kind actions, his words are distant and frigid, so you decide not to push the subject.
Itâs silent for a while as you sit with your hands splayed on the asphalt behind you, watching his actions. Your eyes survey the man hunched over your bike, admiring the smooth lines of the tattoos that line his jaw, more ink just barely visible along his neck from beneath his jacket. His hair looks freshly dyed and his right eye is dotted in long scars that have you wondering what happened.
If the situation were any different, you might be hesitant to accept his help, but in truth youâre too tired to complain.
Itâs not much longer before your bike is back together. Wiping his hands with the rag, he nods to the bike.
âGive âer.â
Pushing yourself to your feet, you turn the key. The engine flips once, twice, three times, before finally sputtering to life.
âOh my god, thank you so much,â you sigh in relief, shaking your head. âI thought the issue was the fuel line,â you groan over the sound of the engine.
âIt is. You need to replace it, this should get you a few miles away though.â
You nod affirmatively, reaching down to hand back his tools. Sukuna dumps them in his bag and throws it over his shoulder.
âYouâre a lifesaver, I donât know how to thank you,â you tell him, your mood no longer sour as your bike continues to roar, thankfully not dead on the side of the road anymore.
âDonât worry âbout it.â He simply shrugs.
âLet me buy you a drink, or something,â you insist in spite of your exhaustion, though his cold demeanor doesnât give you much hope that heâll accept anyway, so you figure youâll be able to get some rest regardless of the offer.
As he turns to grab his helmet, you half expect him to start his bike and drive off without another word, ignoring your offer entirely. Itâs just the impression he gives you, but he surprises you.
âKeep up, then.â
Your brow raises and before you have a chance to complain that youâre covered in a layer of sweat and grease and youâd meant at a later date, his bike is roaring to life.
You scramble onto your own bike and follow him closely. Sukuna is half-shocked when you actually pull up into the parking lot of a small bar right behind him, pulling your helmet off and shaking your head in an effort to fix your hair.
He would be lying if he said he didnât find everything about you intriguing. From your bike to the way you ride and your feisty disposition all packaged in such a tiny figure compared to him, he thinks itâs cute. Maybe even something more than that.
He leads the way to the bar wordlessly as you complain about the grease coating your body, but he barely notices the oil marking your skin. Heâs used to it, if anything, from working on his own bike.
You arenât even sure if heâs listening given his flippant attitude and lack of response, but you drone on regardless. Itâs better than silence.
Choosing to ignore your frustrated rambles, he orders a whiskey and glances in your direction.
âIâll have what heâs having,â you tell the bartender with a sweet smile, waving your hand in the air like you donât much mind what exactly youâre drinking. Itâs your turn to surprise Sukuna.
âDonât think I caught your name,â Sukuna says as you lean over the bar beside him.
You tell him your name with a sweet smile, your mood clearly improved as you take the whiskey and damn-near down it in one swift movement.
When your eyes land on Sukuna again, heâs smirking. Heâs not really sure what to make of you nor you of him, but he certainly likes it.
Though you both elect not to have any more alcohol in favor of driving home later, conversation comes easily for the rest of the hour. At least, as easily as it comes for Sukuna.
âWhereâd you get your bike?â You ask decidedly, trying to make conversation with the stoic individual.
âA shop up north.â
âLooks like it cost a pretty penny.â
He hums in approval.
Thatâs about how most conversations with him go, so when you throw your jacket on and insist you should get home, youâre admittedly surprised when he pauses and holds his hand out expectantly.
You stare up at him curiously. Not once had you gotten the impression he was interested in any of your conversations, yet now he wants something from you? You canât decide what to make of this, what to make of him.
âSorry, um,â you stare down in confusion at his expectant hand, mouth opening and closing as you try to decide what to say.
âYour phone,â he instructs and your pretty eyes widen as you stare up at him, the difference in stature between you both now incredibly apparent as he dwarfs you when standing over you.
âOh!â You stare at him with pursed lips and pull your phone out, opening it to your texts. He sends himself a text and hands your phone back wordlessly, before turning his shoulder as he walks out abruptly, leaving you further confused.
Chasing after him, you just barely catch him as he kicks his bikeâs stand up and throws his helmet on.
âThanks again!â You call after him. He glances over his shoulder and though you canât see his expression behind the dark visor of his helmet, he smirks back at you before driving off.
As you just barely make it back home on your sputtering bike, you manage to replace the fuel line and shoot him a text.
11:53 PM You || fixed the fuel line. thanks again, youre a lifesaver
11:55 PM Sukuna || thanks for the drink.
In all honesty, you figure thatâs the last youâll ever hear from him, but you quickly find out that the cold disposition he gives off isnât really all there is to him when he asks if you want to go to a bike show a week later.
He fails to mention that his youngest brother Yuji would be joining you for the show, but as you walk the show floor with him and his younger sibling, you realize his brother likely just got all the conversation genes.
Sukuna is still aloof, he doesn't say much to you outside of comments about the bikes and even though heâs the one that invited you, you still can't tell if he enjoys your company. Although heâs quiet, his presence is surprisingly alluring and you're grateful to have someone to listen to your ramblings, even if he doesn't seem interested.
As you walk the length of the convention hall, weaving between crowds of people that seem to part at Sukunaâs menacing figure, Sukuna pauses to look at gorgeous black Yamaha. You barely catch the way he silently stops, managing to point out the pause to Yuji just in time to keep you all from getting separated.
âDonât think Iâve heard him talk this much in ages,â Yuji comments with a raised brow. You tilt your head towards him, following his gaze to Sukuna.
âReally?â
âYeah,â the younger man scratches the back of his head. âI donât have my license yet but I like lookinâ around. Heâs usually pretty snippy about which bikes I should be looking at,â he shrugs. âYou guys must have a lot in common for him to be so chatty.â
Chatty, you practically scoff to yourself. The man barely said ten sentences to you.
You do notice the way he shoots Yuji a glare or groans about his chatting on occasion, though. Not once does he direct that at you.
Even still, you don't expect him to keep inviting you out. Ten sentences isnât exactly something to form a friendship on.
Continuing to surprise you, you still hear from him. Next thing you know, youâre invited to ride with him and his brother Choso, invited out to dinner with a group of his friends and he even accepts your invite to see a horror movie with a couple of your friends.
Youâre quick to learn that Sukuna is just like that.
Sukunaâs mild and somewhat haughty disposition is something you grow accustomed to as you learn how to talk to him. Though you find yourself talking mostly at him, you realize thatâs just how he likes things. He pays a surprising amount of attention to your words, though you donât tend to notice until he shows it through actions later.
He shows up to your work with takeout on his lunch break when you mention you forgot your lunch. He goes shopping with you despite his distaste for malls when you tell him you need some new clothes. Heâs more agreeable when youâre around and his friends are quick to point it out, insisting you need to be there at all times to make him more tolerable, though theyâre mostly joking.
He does treat you differently from the rest of his friends. You figure itâs just because your friendship is new, though.
After being invited along on a ride down the highway to a neighboring small town with Sukunaâs friend Uraume and his brother Choso, you eye up Sukunaâs plate. Youâd ordered no side with your meal but god his fries look good. You shoot him a curious glance, met with his typical aloof expression, if not one of mild irritation. Glancing again at his fries, you reach over to steal one, pleased when you pop it in your mouth.
Sukuna rolls his eyes at you, muttering under his breath about you âbeing a bratâ and how âyou should have ordered a sideâ, but itâs all a show as he lets you steal another one when you smile sweetly at him.
When Choso follows your act, wanting to try the fries as well, Sukuna swats his hand away with a hiss. âMy plate isnât a buffet,â he growls contemptibly. Choso wrinkles his nose, shaking his hand of the harsh slap.
When Sukuna gets up to use the washroom, Choso waits until heâs out of earshot to comment.
âHow the hell did you get away with getting some of that assholeâs fries?â
You shrug. âDunno. He just let me.â
âGrumpy bastardâŠâ
Again, you insist you just donât know him well and heâs being kind so the action is brushed off.
A week later, Sukuna insists you tag along with his buddy Toji to get drinks, but when you arrive at the meeting spot and pull your helmet off, Sukuna is haughtily arguing with the raven-haired man.
âCâmon, itâs cheap. Their foodâs fine.â Toji insists with little more than a raised eyebrow and an unamused sigh.
âWhat food?â You ask with a smile as you saunter over to the two much taller men.
âRedâs,â Toji responds gruffly, his unamused expression turning to one of intrigue as he realizes you must be Sukunaâs friend. âYou must be y/n.â
You grin at him as he smirks.
âToji,â he introduces himself. âNow can ya tell this asshole that Redâs is cheap?â
Sukunaâs arms are crossed over his chest. âWe can do better for cheap.â He all but hisses, his eyes fixed in the distance.
âIâve never been,â you glance between the two with pursed lips, mentally chuckling to yourself at how much you have to look up to both men. âI think it sounds good.â
Sukunaâs arms fall to his side as his fiery eyes lock on you. He pauses for a moment, sparing a glance at Toji, but those deep eyes return to you with a begrudging sigh as he grumbles something under his breath.
âFine.â
Tojiâs eyes widen as he dangles his keys from his hands, his expression thoughtful. After a moment, he fists the keys as he gets ready to get in his car and head to the bar. He pauses before opening the door, a shit-eating grin spread over his scarred lips.
âThink I need ya to tag along more often, y/n.â He catches the tilt of your head and chuckles. âThink ya tame this shithead a bit.â
Sukuna roars something at Toji as he tries to catch him before the door slams and the car speeds off, leaving you giggling at the interaction.
Tojiâs not the last to point it out, either.
You donât think much of it, though. Sukuna just shows he cares through his actions and thatâs how you come to know him as your best friend.
Sukuna is, of course, smitten with you. He adores how perfectly you seem to understand him. He loves the way you invite him along to everything with your friends despite his tendencies to scare others off. He loves that in spite of the trouble he gets himself into, your opinion of him never changes. He loves that you text him about stupid things, and that even when his response is inhospitable, you continue to text him like you would any other friend.
Because youâre his best friend. And he wonât admit it to anyone, but you know. He knows you know.
You get him.Â
So of course when you excitedly text him about your date, you have no way of knowing that his naturally cold responses are no longer his usual tone. Theyâre frigid, maybe even mildly snarky, but over text you donât see the way his brow is knit tightly in contempt.
When he meets your boyfriend for the first time, you notice the strange tension between your best friend and partner. Your boyfriend brings it up but you had warned him in advance that Sukuna comes across that way, so you brush it off as little more than Sukuna being himself.
Yet, you notice the little things. Youâve known Sukuna for a long time now. You notice the way his jaw tightens when he sees your boyfriend lean down to kiss you at a dinner for your birthday a year into your relationship. You tilt your head questioningly at him from across the table, a silent query, but he doesnât give you a response, that mild expression never once leaving his eyes as he leans back in his seat.
âKuna?â Your sweet voice pulls his attention down to you when you pull him aside as everyone is saying goodnight outside the restaurant. âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothinâ.â
You cock your brow at his flippant response, dismissing you with a wave of his hand. âI know you well enough to know youâre lying,â you insist with an expectant look.
God, that look makes his hardened expression falter. Sukuna is well aware that heâs unapproachable, scary even. His form is built and he towers over most everyone, not to mention his constant disinterested expression and the tattoos he sports.
You often tease him for his âresting bitch faceâ.
Yet here you are, hand on your hip, so small and sweet, a fire lit behind those gorgeous eyes of yours. Cute.
âItâs just been a long day, donât worry âbout it.â He knows you donât believe him, but itâs the best youâre getting and you know that as well as he does. Hurt flashes through your eyes and he does feel a pang of guilt, but he keeps it locked away as he sighs and pulls something from the pocket of his leather jacket. âHappy birthday, by the way.â
Your wide eyes look up at him in shock. Youâd insisted no one should get you a gift, but when you texted him this morning and told him your boyfriend, so cheerily talking to your friends behind the two of you, had forgotten your birthday, he couldnât leave you empty-handed in that way.
You gingerly reach out and take the box from him. You know what it is instantly and the way your cheeks redden, the way it shocks you to silence has him smirking, mostly to himself. His hands remain in his pockets, his unamused expression locked on your hands that hesitate as you slowly open the velveteen box.
Lying so beautifully strewn in the box is a necklace you pointed out to him when youâd gone shopping together what must have been years ago now. A gorgeous silver chain lays delicately holding a dainty bejeweled star with your birthstone in the center. Of course heâd been paying attention. He always does.
âYou didnât,â itâs all you can manage as you stare at it in disbelief. To your surprise, Sukuna is smiling softly down at you, a rare sight that you want to burn into your retinas.
âYou deserve a good birthday.â
You know itâs a dig at your boyfriend, but you canât bring yourself to care. Maybe that should be a sign, but youâre too caught up in the moment as tears brim your eyes.
âThis was so expensive though, I- I- canât-â
âYou can and you will.â
You know when Sukuna demands something, he means it. This is one of those times.
Tears threatening to spill, you wrap your arms tightly around his toned middle. If he werenât a giant in comparison to you, you might have bowled him over with the force you hug him with.
Sukuna relishes in the moment, memorizing the feeling of your body in his arms, the way you bury your head into his chest, hiding your tears in his hug as they inevitably stain his white V-neck, but he doesnât care. His arms wrap tightly around you, one of the rare times he returns one of your affections.
When you part from him, using your free hand to wipe your eyes, Sukuna takes the box from you, moving to put the necklace on with ease. He moves like every action he takes is practiced as he confidently clasps the necklace around your neck.
âItâs beautiful,â you hum as you look down at it, running a delicate finger over the pendant.
The salmon-haired man hums mildly. ââCourse. You chose it.â
You examine his eyes, your expression unreadable as you contemplate Sukunaâs actions.
He may be agreeable around you, he may be willing to make compromises with you that he wonât for others, but this is new for him. This is sweet, and he knows youâre thinking such a thing too when he meets those pretty eyes staring up at him. He doesnât care anymore, though.
He wants you to be happy.
When your boyfriend confronts you about the necklace later that night, you tell him the truth. Maybe you hope heâll realize he fucked up. Maybe you hope heâll right his wrongs.
Instead, you end up in an argument as your boyfriend insists that his mistake in forgetting the date was honest but that Sukuna overstepped boundaries.
Maybe your best friend did, in truth.
And so as your boyfriend snaps when you defend your best friend and the argument takes a turn for the worse, maybe it shouldnât be that same best friend that you turn to. Maybe that will just make things worse.
But the phone only rings twice before he picks up.
He sounds tired, his voice coated in sluggish exhaustion as he mumbles a âhelloâ on the other line. You hear the rustling of sheets on the other end, a pang of guilt clawing at your throat as you know youâve woken him up.
âKuna?â The tone of your voice is foreign to him. Meek, strained. Even earlier in the night when you had confronted him about his cold disposition, your tone still held that unwavering strength and fire that he loves about you, so this wakes him up.
Leaning up on his elbow in bed, he squints at his phone.
âItâs three in the morning, y/n.â
âI know.â You pause and Sukuna waits for you to explain. He doesnât need to say anything for you to know that heâs listening. âWe got into a fight.â
Sukuna sighs, full of disdain, though not towards you. Never towards you.
âYou safe?â His voice is surprisingly soft, though you chalk it up to him being tired.
You nod, before realizing he canât see you. â... yeah.â
He hears you sniffle on the other end of the line and has to physically resist the urge to say things heâll regret about your boyfriend. âRight. âM on my way. Stay put.â
He hangs up, wasting no time in throwing on a pair of gray sweatpants and a plain black V-neck. He runs a hand through his disheveled hair, although it doesnât do him any favors and he isnât about to waste time styling it. As it stands, youâve seen him in a worse state after some particularly wild nights that had ended with one of you on the otherâs couch.
His bike roars to life outside his apartment and heâs off into the cold night air, barely grazing his skin as his leather jacket and helmet protect him from the bite. He pushes the limits of his bike and of the road as he speeds past any cars he comes across on the short drive to your house, and heâs glad he did when he spots you on your front doorstep, head in your hands in little more than pajama shorts and a tank top.
Heâs off his bike in an instant, shaking his head as he takes his helmet off in an effort to fix his hair before he kneels in front of you.
Youâre relieved at the sight of him, clearly fresh out of bed and having hurried right over. Your knight in shining armor. Or at least a shiny red helmet.
His brow furrows as he looks you over, spotting the goosebumps that litter your bare legs and arms.Â
âShit,â he mutters as he rolls his shoulders and shrugs his leather jacket off, wrapping it around you. It engulfs your figure almost entirely, draping over you like a dress. If the situation was any different he would think itâs adorable.
You look up at him between long, wet lashes, fresh tears streaking down your makeup-stained cheeks. Your eyes are red and puffy from crying and youâre sure your exhaustion and defeat are written across your face in bright bold lettering by the way he frowns.
âDid he kick you out?â
âItâs a long story,â you mutter, just barely audible.
âI got time.â
Thereâs a note of contempt that floats between his words and you know just as well as he does that heâs resisting the urge to beat down your door and knock some sense into your boyfriend.
Your mouth opens then closes enough times that Sukuna grows impatient, muscles in his jaw clenching as he grows closer and closer to busting down your door when you finally find words.
âWeâve been fighting on and off since we got home,â you admit. Sukuna raises a brow. That was four hours ago. âHe was pissed about- about-â you stammer over your words, biting your lip as you fiddle with the necklace that sits beautifully around your neck. Beautiful like you.
âMe,â Sukuna dryly finishes your sentence.
You frown and he knows heâs right. Of course. Maybe the necklace was overstepping this time, but heâd watched your shitty boyfriend step on you more times than he could count and hadnât once said a word. He respected you and your fiery demeanor entirely too much to ever want to see you upset.
Yet no matter what path he chose, it seemed you would be upset regardless.
âHe took my phone and went through everything,â you clear your throat as your voice cracks mid-sentence, staring down at the phone in your hands. The screen is cracked and Sukuna isnât sure if he wants to know whether it was shattered before today or not.
Your words set him ablaze in anger. It burns like an itch on his skin and it takes every last ounce of self control that he has to hold himself back and just listen. The contrasting cold air is nice on his skin, soothing what little fury it's able to with its brisk touch.
âDo you remember that photo we took together on Halloween?â
Sukuna nods slowly. He knows exactly where this is going. It was well over a year ago, before youâd started dating your boyfriend, when you had convinced Sukuna to dress as a king and you his queen. Heâd had a surprising amount of fun with it and with enough alcohol flowing through his veins, his words had grown more frivolous. Heâd spent all night calling you his queen or his princess, pretty much until the moment heâd thrown up, the words ejecting from his dialect along with the alcohol. Regardless, the proof was in the texts between you from that night.
At some point in the night, youâd gotten a photo taken clinging to his shoulders, a calm smile on Sukunaâs lips as heâd carried you with ease. It made him smirk the following morning recalling the memory, glad it hadnât disappeared with the words or alcohol.
Regardless, heâd missed his chance to shoot his shot, growing too accustomed to having you around to consider you didnât see his change in attitude around you as anything more than friendly, so heâd retreated to his usual detached self.
Clearly that detachment wasnât enough for your boyfriend as you flip him your phone screen. So it is newly broken.
God give Sukuna the strength to sit still.
âAnd youâre outside now, why?â
âI felt sick, I needed air.â You shrug, fiddling with your phone in your lap. âHe got mad that I walked away and we ended up fighting again, then he slammed the door in my face.â
âHe kicked you out,â Sukuna states matter of factly, venom dripping from each and every word.
âHe locked me out,â you shrug again, but Sukuna doesnât care for the details. You have no keys, not to your bike or your house, no jacket, youâre in shorts and a tank top⊠jesus.
âWhat a fucking prick.â With that, heâs on his feet and you know heâs about to slam his fist on your door. Or through it. Sukuna may be kind with you but the bad boy persona he sports isnât a persona at all- Sukuna would not hesitate to knock your boyfriend clean out. Heâd been to jail before, one more time wasnât a big deal if it meant keeping you safe.
âKuna.â He pauses at the plain tone you say his name in. Itâs not a warning, itâs not scolding. He doesnât know what to make of it. âNot now.â
He huffs and clicks his tongue. His jaw clenches as his shrunken, furious pupils stare down at you, but when he notices your legs are shaking from the cold, he relents.
âFine.â The word is grumbled as his hands reach for your waist and lift you to your feet with little more than a hum when youâre standing at your full height, barely reaching his broad shoulders. He leaves a hand on the small of your back, setting his helmet over your head and zipping his jacket up over your small frame in an effort to keep you safe when you climb onto the back of his bike.
Sukuna glances back at you as you cling to his toned abdomen, his bike pulling away quickly. Riding with Sukuna is familiar. Though you normally follow him, his quick riding pace and not-entirely-legal maneuvers donât scare you the way they once did, because everything Sukuna does feels practiced, rehearsed.
Pulling into his apartment building, he pulls the bike into a parking spot and lets you hand him the helmet as you follow him up to his apartment.
Itâs a bit of a mess, dishes sit in the sink, empty bottles and cans littering the counter and a garbage bag sits at the door, but it doesnât matter because youâre warm and youâre safe and itâs not like heâd let you take the couch anyway given the current situation.
Sukuna moves to at least tidy the couch, fully expecting you to make yourself at home like you always do, but when he turns to see youâre staring at the ground in the entrance, his jacket wrapped around you like a blanket, he frowns. Thatâs not like you.
In fact, in all the years you two have known one another, Sukunaâs never seen you so spaced out.
âDid he hurt you?â
Itâs his best guess as to why youâre so out of it, but when you shake your head, heâs simply at a loss.
Sukuna doesnât do comfort. Heâll watch your favorite movies with you and make you food, but he doesnât do words of comfort. Heâs a man of action, and although the most beautiful woman heâs ever laid eyes on is standing in his apartment, he doesnât dare to act on the stray thoughts running through his mind, even though he knows you deserve to be treated right.
Coming to stand in front of you, he sighs.
âWhaddya want me to do?â
Anyone else would assume heâs irritated with your presence, but you know itâs a genuine question. Your friend doesnât know what you need and heâs trying his best to figure it out. Heâs trying to help.
âCan I have a blanket?â You ask him, shoulders hunched in exhaustion.
Thereâs silence in the apartment as Sukuna moves to his bedroom to grab a blanket.
âThe red one please!â You call after him as though that isnât the one heâs already grabbing. He knows your favorite.
Returning to you, he drops the red blanket in your arms, his heart twisting as you pull his jacket off and hand it to him in exchange.
âCan I, um, come in?â
Sukuna raises an eyebrow questioningly, subconsciously fiddling with the tongue piercing in his mouth. Not once have you ever asked him to come in. You always, always, made yourself at home, even though it was much to his dismay the first few times youâd let yourself into his apartment in spite of his grumbles and irritated huffs.
Sukunaâs reaction is all the permission you need as you realize he must find the whole situation strange, but everything feels foreign to you. Itâs not like you havenât stayed at Sukunaâs before, itâs not like the couch isnât your second bed, itâs that you feel like youâre betraying your boyfriend by being here.
Not that Sukuna would do anything anyway, you know he doesnât see you in such a way. You may be his closest friend but heâs never once shown any sort of other interest towards you. Even if he did see you that way, heâs just not that kind of person.
Still, you gingerly sit at the edge of the couch, pulling your knees to your chest and wrapping yourself in the massive blanket. Sukuna moves to sit beside you, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. He looks at you expectantly, waiting to see what you want to do, if you want to talk.
But you donât answer, and Sukuna is at a loss of what to do. A contemplative silence settles over you as he leans his head back against the couch, eyeing you and hoping youâll say something.
âCan I ask you something, Ryo?â
The use of the nickname he lets only you call him quirks his brow as he realizes youâre serious.
âDo you think Iâm pretty?â
Thatâs⊠not what the gruff man was expecting to hear.
His jaw tightens as his piercing eyes stare down at you. He rubs a hand over his face as he tries to make sense of the question, too tired to be thinking this deeply over something. He stares at you pensively as though the world rests on this one response.
âYeah. Youâre pretty.â
Your eyes fall to your knees and the way Sukunaâs head tilts, youâre sure he thinks heâs made a mistake.
âThanks, Kuna.â
âThe fuck did that prick say to you that has ya askinâ?â
You hesitate, avoiding his discerning eyes as Sukunaâs chest surges with anger. Your best friendâs fist clenches in his lap as he leans forward, examining your expression.
âWhat the fuck did he say?â Sukunaâs voice is monstrous, but you could never fear his anger knowing heâs never once directed it your way. You know heâs irritated you havenât answered yet, but even between his irritation and the gruff tone he uses, he could never scare you.
âHe told me I couldnât do better than him.â
âAnd?â Sukuna pushes demandingly, his fingers clasping the back of his couch so hard you wonder if he has the strength to crush it.
âThat heâs way out of my league and should have chosenâŠâ you trail off, not oblivious to the way Sukuna quirks a brow for you to continue. When you meekly whisper your friendâs name, Sukunaâs seething.
Fury practically drifts from his body like smoke and to your surprise you do hear the couch creak beneath his hand.
Youâve only ever seen Sukuna this angry once before.
Sukunaâs closest friend aside from you, Uraume, often accompanied you on your trips to the bar with Sukuna and would join in on your rides with their own bike. The two of them were two peas in a pod, similar in all the ways you werenât, but if anything it made you closer to Uraume for having an understanding of Sukuna.
For that exact reason, youâd spotted Uraumeâs discomfort a mile away when someone began hitting on them. Uraume could handle themself, so you didnât think much of it until the manâs hand was tightly gripping Uraumeâs arm.
Alarmed, you pointed out Uraumeâs discomfort to your drunk best friend and he didnât hesitate to clock the man hitting on them.
So when Sukuna is on his feet with a familiar rage brewing and doesnât seem to know what to do with himself, you know you have to calm him down before youâre bailing him out of jail again. Itâs not something you want to make a habit of.
âKuna, itâs okay.â
âNo!â He hisses, swinging his hand through the air as he stares at the door.
âPlease, Iâll be okay, I promise,â you try to insist, wrapping your arms around yourself.
âItâs not okay for him to say shit like that to you,â he growls, glowering from where he stands over you, eyes on the door. He wants to leave, you know he does.
âItâs not, I know, but itâs not your problem.â
âNot my- What the fuck donât you get?â
Your eyes widen at Sukunaâs question. His voice is frigid as ever, but for once you feel the shards of ice pricking your skin.
âWhat?â Your dumbfounded and hurt question hangs in the air momentarily as you try to process this outburst.
Sukunaâs scarred eye twitches as he runs his tongue over his teeth. He huffs out a breath as he sees your expression, forcing himself to calm down so as not to make this about him. He doesnât want to say something he regrets, and he certainly doesnât want that icy tone to be directed at you, ever again.
âHe doesnât fucking deserve you.â
Your shoulders fall at his words, his chest heaving as he stares at you with an unidentifiable emotion.
âWhereâs this coming from?â Your brow knits tightly over the bridge of your nose. As you subconsciously chew on your lower lip, Sukuna has to do everything in his power not to stare at your lips.
âLook, I just care, alright? Or somethinâ.â
You barely know how to react to your best friendâs admission of care for you. Not once has he ever shown an ounce of his care through words. Sure, heâs shown it in other ways, but this is a first for him.
His gaze is fixed on the kitchen, so he barely notices when you stand up and set your hand on his arm, your thumb comfortingly rubbing his arm.
âI appreciate it, Kuna.â You tell him with a tired smile, doing your best to reassure him that youâre okay in spite of the situation. âJust⊠can we please just watch a movie or something?â Youâre too tired, too worn out to handle everything going on right now and youâre afraid the buildup of emotions in your chest will overflow if you donât distract yourself soon.
Sukunaâs focus fixes on your hand on his arm, the way it seems to burn into him in a way heâd long grown painfully familiar with. It wasnât uncommon for you to grab his arm and drag him somewhere, or hug him each time you said hello. Hell, the Halloween youâd both gotten entirely too drunk, youâd been on Sukunaâs back half of the night giggling and telling him, your King, where to take you.
Yet this time, the burn hurts. It hurts him to see you here with dried tears on your cheeks. It angers him to know your boyfriend had gotten away with treating you in such a way for so long.
He lets out a breath through his nose and takes a seat on the couch again at your insistence, watching as you drape the big blanket over the both of you. And god is it cute when you do, making sure heâs completely covered from the waist down like youâre tucking him in.
When you lean back against the arm of the couch, slinking comfortably back into the cushions and grab the remote, Sukuna feels his body begin to relax too, allowing himself to focus on your wellbeing here and now rather than the fact that he wants to pummel your boyfriend.
Heâs not shocked when you flip through options and eventually settle on a Studio Ghibli movie he knows youâve seen a million times because heâs seen it one too many times.
You know he doesnât mind although he isnât the biggest fan of the movie. Either way, itâs nearly five in the morning and you both know youâll be asleep before you know it.
â
The next morning as cool air pours through a window and birdsong decorates each blow of the breeze, the pounding of your head is a rude awakening. Itâs too early for you to be up given that you were awake so late, but your phone seems to think otherwise.
Your eyes flicker open blearily, and you lean up in bed with a yawn, realizing suddenly that youâre in Sukunaâs room and heâs nowhere to be found. Sitting up fully, you bring a hand up to your temple, pressing on it in an effort to ease the pain as you search for your phone, finding it eventually on the floor a small distance away.
Hopping down from the tall mattress, you yawn as you stare at the screen, your heart clenching at the sight of the contact photo on-screen as your phone rings. Your boyfriend has his arms wrapped around your middle, his chin resting on your shoulder as you both grin. With the way your screen is now shattered, it looks almost like a scene from a movie in the way itâs practically screaming a warning at you.
Youâd spent far too much time alone with your thoughts the previous night. Hell, even with Sukunaâs comfort, his disdain for your boyfriend had been a bit of a wakeup call. Still, your thumb hovers over the green button.
âHello?â Your voice is broken as you answer the phone.
âThank god baby, I was so worried about you. Iâm so sorry, I shouldnât have left you outside last night, I wasnât thinking clearly.â
You take a couple of steps forward, walking towards the living room as your eyes lock onto the tall man draped over the couch, his limbs entirely too long for the cushions. He must have carried you to his bed at some point and taken the couch.
Your stomach twists as you realize your boyfriendâs words are all lost on you, you didnât hear a single one. Youâre not sure when you tuned him out, or how long youâve been staring at Sukuna when your boyfriendâs words pull you from your thoughts.
âY/n? Did you hear me?â
âSorry, Iâm a bit out of it. What did you say?â
He sighs in frustration on the other side of the line and you wince as his tone gains a familiar edge. âWhere are you? Iâm coming to get you so we can talk.â
âI- um-â you pause, brow furrowing as you stare at your best friend, who begins to shuffle from his uncomfortable position on the couch as your soft voice awakens him from slumber.
âY/n?â Your boyfriendâs voice cuts through the haze again, but youâre at a loss for words as Sukuna lifts his head, irritation written across his face at being awake, but when he flips over on the couch and spots you, his demeanor softens.
âYeah. Youâre pretty.â
Sukunaâs words ring in your head over and over and you bite your lip. He pushes himself up on the couch, moving to stand a small distance in front of you in three long strides.
Sukuna may not have a way with words, but you never had a hard time telling what he was thinking just by the way he looks at you. As he stares down at you with a tilt of his head, you know exactly whatâs going through his mind.
Like that, it all clicks. Of course he hated your boyfriend. The signs were always there, you just didnât pay them any mind. The reason he was colder than usual towards your boyfriend is as obvious as the sun in the sky.
Sukuna thinks youâre pretty. He wasnât trying to comfort you when he said that. Thatâs not who Sukuna is. That may as well be an admission that he would move mountains for you.
âY/n, baby? Whatâs going on? I want you home, now.â
Your chest twists at his tone and as your eyes meet Sukunaâs, you wonder if your phone is loud enough for him to hear when his lip twitches.
You clear your throat, your eyes never once leaving Sukunaâs from where he stands with tousled hair, wrinkled sweatpants and a bare chest. Itâs not unfamiliar to you, you know Sukuna is beyond hot. You know Sukuna could take anyone he wants home and you know he has a streak of doing so, but now that you think about it, itâs been a long time since youâve seen Sukuna with anyone, and you know why now.
âYou left me outside all night in the cold.â Your voice is meek, still mindlessly chewing on your lip as you stare at the tattooed manâs eyes, now lit ablaze with a fire that hadnât been there earlier. âYou know what- I should go.â
âWhat? Baby, come on we need to talk-â
âI have nothing to talk to you about. Weâre-â You pause, your stomach stirring uncomfortably as all of your emotions seem to collide and collapse within you. You feel the tears that threaten to spill, your composure that threatens to break as you ball your hand into a fist at your side.
Sukunaâs hand twitches beside him as he does everything in his power not to lean down and kiss you then and there. He wants you. He wants all of you. He wants to show your boyfriend everything heâs about to lose.
He wants to make you his. He wants you to make him yours.
Yet, all he can reasonably do is set a hand on your upper arm. He canât be selfish. Not when youâve come to him in your time of need.
âWeâre done.â
âNonono, we are not done, hold on-â
âIâll come grab my bike and my things soon-â
â-letâs talk about this, I just made a mistake, okay-â
â-goodbye.â
âDonât hang up, baby, hold on, fuck-â
Your hand falls to your side as you stare up at the taller man.
He doesnât say a word as a tear runs down your cheek, shortly followed by a sob wracking your body. Sukunaâs hand moves from your arm to the back of your head as he pulls you into his chest, holding you there as you cry against his bare skin, tears wetting his toned pecs.
Itâs not his ideal morning, but at least he can shamelessly say now that he wants to rearrange your boyfriendâs face with his fist.
He wonât say it anyway, though. He knows better.
Your best friend doesnât say anything but his actions speak volumes as he holds you to him protectively, unmoving as he envelops you into his form. He exhales deeply as he holds you tightly to his body, his fingers gripping you tightly. Itâs reassuring to know you have him in your time of need and eventually your tears begin to subside.
You blink your wet lashes against his skin as your warm breath fans his chest and abdomen. He shoots you a disgruntled look as your lashes tickle his skin and he jolts at the feeling.
âDonât be a brat,â he warns through gritted teeth, but it holds no malice.
You chuckle through tears. âSorry, Ryo.â
He rolls his shoulders and holds you again, letting your face fall against his chest once more. This time, youâre careful to keep your eyes closed to avoid tickling him.
Heâs surprisingly patient with you as he lets you stand there, only moving to take and silence your phone when he grows frustrated with the vibration.
When you finally settle, he leads you back to the couch, tossing his shirt and the blanket off the couch and onto the floor.
âDid you move me to the bed?â
He hums affirmatively, his chest warming as you smile at him. âThanks, I could have taken the couch though. It looked a bit too small for y-â
âNo.â
You breathe out through your nose in a half-hearted laugh. Thereâs never any use arguing with him when heâs made up his mind, so you give it up. Oh well.
âCan I stay here for a bit?â
You figure Sukuna will huff and puff and make a show out of it but he nods easily.
âThanks,â you sigh, sinking back into the couch.
You stare at the ceiling. What a morning. Youâve barely been awake for ten minutes and your heart is pounding in your chest just from sitting beside your best friend, someone youâve known for years.
Someone youâd long pushed any attraction for down into the depths of your heart in an effort to save yourself the heartbreak of being with someone who seemed to have no interest in you. Hell, youâd once thought he was emotionally unavailable, and yetâŠ?
You canât help but stare.
Heâs exhausted, youâre not sure how much longer heâll be able to stay awake as his head bobs down onto the back of the couch, mouth slightly ajar as sleep settles over his form. You smile softly at the sight, swallowing at the yearning feeling of wanting to settle into his warmth, though you know you shouldnât.
Youâre a mess. Youâve heard your boyfriend- ex- say things you arenât ready to admit to yourself that leave fresh stinging wounds. Hell, thatâs an entire can of worms you donât want to touch right now. Your belongings, your bike, your entire life is all trapped in his house, in the house of someone that-
God why had you let him step all over you like that? It leaves you frowning as your heart twists and clenches uncomfortably. You loved him. Deep down, you know itâs the reason. You convinced yourself he loved you too.
You curse yourself for overlooking your feelings for Sukuna, for pushing them down. Heâd always cared deeply for you, the signs had always been there, yet you never paid them any mind.
Chewing on your lower lip again, you get to your feet and grab the blanket off the floor, draping it over him. Your thumb brushes over the faded black lines that race over his shoulders and down his collar bones as you tuck the blanket over his shoulders.
He hums subconsciously, a serene smile pulling at his lips.
You smile back, turning to get some rest yourself. When Sukuna kicks his foot out suddenly and damn-near trips you, you let out a surprised yelp, spinning around to confront him.
âWhat the hell, Kuna?â You harshly snarl at him.
His lidded eyes just barely open, your reaction earning a smirk from him. Thereâs his feisty best friend.
âCâmere, itâs cold.â
Itâs not cold, and Ryomen Sukuna is not sly, but your stomach flutters and your heart jumps to your throat anyway. Your shoulders fall to your sides in surprise, unable to be frustrated with him.
He flips the blanket up, his arm extended over the back of the couch. His expression is mild as usual but when you take him up on his offer and plop down next to him, his racing heart tells you everything you need to know.
Pulling your knees up onto the couch, you let him pull you against is chest, your head resting on his broad shoulder as he barely lasts a minute before the rhythm of his breathing steadies and his head falls back on the couch again.
Youâre not long for the world of the waking either as you succumb to the temptation of sleep on his warm chest.
When your eyes flicker open again, your head has fallen into Sukunaâs lap and heâs splayed in what looks like an uncomfortable position with his arm and leg hanging off the couch. His head is still leaned back against the back of the couch with his mouth hanging open as soft snores part his lips.
Itâs not the first time youâve seen him asleep. Youâve spent many hungover mornings at his apartment and vice versa but now in the gentle morning light with the distant sound of birdsong as the only noise disturbing his snores, he looks peaceful.
You shuffle on his lap in an effort to get a better look at his serene expression, but his strained groan suggests that you may have awoken him earlier than he would have liked.
âCan ya cut that out?â He grumbles without opening his eyes as he reaches down and adjusts your head to lay more on his abdomen.
The irritation in his voice doesnât hold a candle to the sincerity in which his arm now cradles you against him and you giggle, to which he opens an eye to observe you.
âSorry,â you hum. He exhales as he closes his eyes again, sliding further down on the couch.
You lay in bliss on his toned and horribly attractive bare chest for what only feels like a few minutes before his eyes peel open and heâs drinking in the sight of you, his gorgeous best friend, smiling at him from his chest.
And oh my god, Ryomen Sukuna is blushing.
Would you really be his best friend if you didnât point it out?
âKuna?â
âHm?â
âYou a lil flustered?â
Sukunaâs brow furrows deeply. âI am not.â
âYouâre blushing.â
âItâs warm in here, youâre laying on top of me and we have a blanket,â he refutes with an edge to his voice that tells you that youâre poking a nerve.
You also know him well enough to know itâs faux anger, playful if anything.
âFunny, I was told it was cold a couple of hours ago.â
His lip curls, chest rising and falling beneath you as he huffs. âYou push my buttons.â You can see from the way a muscle in his jaw works that heâs fiddling with his tongue piercing.
âI could push more than just your buttons,â your voice drips with confidence, lowering an octave at the implication. You pull a hand out from beneath your chin, running a dainty finger across the length of his collar bone.
Sukunaâs pupils dilate in an instant, his attention drawn to your finger. He swallows hard, the corners of his lips pulling up into a smirk. All signs of his contempt forgotten, warmth swirls in those gorgeous eyes of his, but the smirk on his lips is devilish.
âCareful, princess,â he warns in a gruff voice that has you clenching your thighs together with wide eyes. Sukunaâs brow twitches as he feels your legs shuffle, entirely too happy with himself at getting such a reaction from you all from two words. He chuckles, his chest rumbling beneath you as you hide your face in his chest, heat radiating from your cheeks.
Tension is ripe in the air between you both when you finally meet Sukunaâs intense gaze and it makes a question pop into your mind.
âHow long?â The words are blurted out and Sukuna shifts beneath you to get a better view.
âWhat are you on about?â
âHow long have you liked me?â
Sukunaâs scoff hits the air before he can even register heâs made the noise. âGo get ready or whatever so we can pick up your shit.â His brow is pulled into a tight scowl as he all but shoves you to the ground.
You barely manage to catch yourself before falling on your ass, rolling your eyes as you steady yourself.
âKuuuna!â You coo with a grin, but before you have a chance to tease him any further, Sukuna lunges at you. âWait, wait-â
You shriek in protest as he barrels into your legs, effortlessly lifting you over his shoulder. He pays no mind to any of your protests, nor your kicking and squirming against him as he dumps you with little grace on his bed.
âWhat-â
âStop complaininâ and go change or shower or whatever yâ gotta do. I want your bike back.â
Sitting up as you attempt to reorient yourself, you blink a couple of times and manage to call his name out just before heâs turning away.
âI donât have anything to wear,â you tell him, staring down at your pajamas.
âYouâve been leaving shit here for years, find something in my closet.â
âHave I?â You wonder aloud, suddenly realizing your hungover mornings passed in his apartment are likely the culprit for many missing outfits. âWait, why do you want my bike back?â You realize suddenly, but heâs already shutting the door to his room and leaving you in tranquility.
Standing in the silence broken only by distant birdsong and the muffled sounds of traffic, you find your gaze lingering on the door where he once stood.
How long? You wonder to yourself. How many signs, how many signals had you missed or brushed off all these years under the assumption that your grumpy best friend was just that- your best friend?
You set a hand over your fast-beating heart, trying to steady the pace itâs beating at as emotions run rampant through you. Between the shock of realization of Sukunaâs feelings and the shitty night youâd had- your birthday, by the way- you canât help the shaky exhale that parts your lips.
Itâs a lot to take in.
You take your time showering, enjoying the way the warm water rinses away all signs of the prior night. Itâs a warm respite from the days that are beginning to grow frosty as winter approaches. Most importantly, the white noise of the water falling drowns out the steady stream of jumbled thoughts flowing like a river through your mind.
Perusing Sukunaâs closet, you do manage to find more of your clothes than you had expected.
âMy nice leggings were here the whole time?â You mutter to yourself as you pull them from a pile of pants. Along with them, you manage to find a pair of jeans, more shirts than youâd care to admit, an old jacket and a hoodie.
Pulling on a form-fitting black low-cut shirt and a red leather jacket, you poke your head out of the bedroom door.
âWhyâd you never give any of this back?â
Sukunaâs leaning out the window with a cigarette held between two fingers. He blows a puff of smoke out into the cool fall air before turning to you. Heâs still in his sweatpants but has pulled his shirt on.
âI used to bring âem back to your place when I visited but they always ended up back on my couch,â he shrugs simply. âWasnât worth the time.â
âI didnât know it was this much clothing.â
âYour memoryâs shit.â
âOuch,â you hold a hand to your heart, feigning being hurt.
He stubs out the cigarette, waving the smoke out the window with his arm before shutting it. âDone in there?â
You nod and exchange places with Sukuna as he showers. He takes less than a quarter of the time you did and is out with the most effortlessly cool style that you canât help but be jealous of him.
His typical black leather jacket hangs off his shoulders with a vintage Harley Davidson shirt beneath. He sports ripped jeans on his lower half and blackout shades sit atop his spiked pink hair.
âSee something you like?â
You barely manage to utter out a pathetic âuhâ before Sukunaâs chuckling at you as he catches you eyeing him from your place on the couch. He makes his way around the couch, patting your shoulder encouragingly.
âLetâs go.â
Shaking your head to clear your mind, you get to your feet and follow Sukuna to the door, stopping him before he can leave.
âHey. Can you stay on the sidewalk while I talk to him?â
The tall man pauses at your serious tone, examining your expression. âWhy?â
You know why heâs asking.
âIâm serious, Ryo. I donât want you two fighting.â
âHe treated you like shit, y/n.â
âI- I know.â
His jaw clenches. âThe piece of shit deserves-â
âI know, okay? Please, this is what Iâm trying to prevent. Besides, if you get into trouble, Iâll leave your ass in jail this time.â
His head falls back, eyes closed as he comes to terms with just how serious you are. He rolls his shoulders backwards once before nodding. âWhatever, fine.â His tone drips with exasperation and anger and you can only hope at this point that he means what he says.
âThank you,â you sigh in relief, falling into place beside him as he leads the way down to his bike.
Though you rode behind him less than twelve hours ago, somehow it feels different today as he places his helmet on you and pulls you tight to his broad form. His feisty little backpack, so cute in his helmet. Heâs not oblivious to the way your hands roam his abs either as a smirk pulls at his features. Itâs a sweet momentary distraction from his searing anger.
It takes every ounce of self control that Sukuna has to stay at his bike as he watches you ring the doorbell of your own house. Thank god for the cold air keeping his anger from simmering through his skin. Heâs sure heâd be a pile of molten anger otherwise.
You shuffle uncomfortably at the doorstep, knowing entirely too well that this is going to go poorly. You were practically asking for a fight by showing up with Sukuna but what better option do you have? Your wallet and keys are still sitting soundly on the nightstand of the bed youâd spent the last several months sleeping in. At least, thatâs where they should be.
It takes a moment before the door creaks open, your exâs surprised wide eyes staring back at you.
âShit, thank god youâre home-â
You barely manage to duck from his grasp as he attempts to pull you into his embrace. Your heart pounds hard in your chest as you face your ex, whose face contorts to one of pain when you duck away from him.
âI told you-â You mentally curse yourself as your voice breaks. Closing your eyes, you readjust and face your ex with confidence. âWeâre done.â
âWe need to talk,â he insists, his voice sickeningly sweet, and it almost makes you want to gag the way he swings between sweet nothings and manipulative cords that twist your heart.
âWe talked for four hours last night. Thereâs nothing left to talk about!â You swing a hand through the air for emphasis as your voice rises, staring at him in disbelief. âJust let me in, I need my keys and-â
His arm swings out to block the door, knuckles white as he grips the frame of the door. His brow curls upwards in⊠frustration? Irritation? Anger? Pain? Youâre not sure. âThis is your home. You belong with me.â
You swallow the bile in your throat like a stone straight to the pit of your stomach. Once words like that would have made you swoon, now you feel as though youâre a deer in the headlights staring at a man you donât recognize. A man who holds the barrel of a metaphorical gun.
You spare a glance behind you for reassurance, spotting Sukuna sitting at his bike. If itâs possible for a man to have smoke spewing from his ears, Sukuna is the spitting image of such a thing. His face is red with anger, hands clenched at either side of his body as he tries desperately to hold himself back.
He still remembers the way you excitedly told him about your new boyfriend. About how sweet he was, how kind he was. Although it pained him to know it was someone else making you happy, he was just glad you were happy. But when you had invited him to meet your boyfriend, Sukuna couldnât help but feel as though the man didnât match your description.
Heâd tried to convince himself he was just being jealous, but the more time he spent around you, the more he noticed.
The last straw for Sukuna was when you had invited him, your boyfriend, and some of your closest friends along to see the latest installment in the Predator franchise. Youâd stopped for dinner first and your boyfriend had insisted on ordering for you.
Sukuna hadnât thought much of it at the time, but he had found it strange when a salad had been set in front of you. Not once had Sukuna ever seen you order a salad. Well, he had, but as a side. Never as the entire meal.
Heâd tried to brush it off but when youâd decided on popcorn at the movie and your boyfriend had insisted you didnât need it, Sukuna made a point of ordering a large one and sharing it with you.
Now as you look back at him uncertainly, every bone in Sukunaâs body screams to move. Yet his brain tells him to listen to you. He takes a breath in an effort to stay calm, deciding to respect your wishes.
âYou brought him here?â Your ex pales as he follows your line of sight.
That seems to give you the confidence to face him again as anger sears through your blood. âYou left me outside alone! He came to get me!â You search his face for any sign of remorse. When you donât find it, tears prick at your eyes. Over a year spent together and he canât even show you an ounce of kindness.
âI told you baby, it was a mistake!â
âNo- No. No, a mistake is forgetting to turn off the sink, not leaving me outside in the cold with nothing but a broken phone.â Your voice drips with venom as the cold of the previous night envelops you in its memory, a reminder that this is for the best.
âYour phone isnât broken, get over it y/n.â You glance down at his fist as it balls at his side.
âYou shattered it.â You deadpan.
âCan we forget about the phone? For fuckâs sake.â He lifts his fist in the air to bring it up to his forehead as he attempts to calm himself down. âLook-â he shoots Sukuna a glance before smiling, his voice growing honeyed. âWeâll figure things out, okay? Why donât you come in?â
You hesitate. You see the red flags as clear as day now that the fog has lifted, and you know Sukuna is grateful when you pleadingly look at him. His signal to come beat the shit out of your ex. Well, no, it isnât. But he wishes it was.
Regardless, heâs up the front lawn to the door of the small house in an instant, standing behind you with all the self-control he can physically muster.
âWeâre having a private conversation, would you mind-â
âWhatever you can say in front of me, you can say in front of him.â You insist, backing into Sukuna as your ex reaches for your arm. Youâre thankful in this moment that your closest friend is nearly seven feet and built like a brick wall as it could never really matter who heâs up against, heâll always be the scariest one in the room.
Your exâs mouth curls into a snarl, eyeing Sukunaâs hands that rest easily on your upper arms.
âYouâve gotta be-â he grumbles to himself, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his hand that isnât blocking you from entering the house. âCome on baby, you know you belong with me and not-â he cuts himself off as he shoots Sukuna an icy glance.
You shift uncomfortably at the tone he uses as he says that you belong with him, growing uneasy the longer youâre in his presence. Steeling your resolve, you straighten yourself and muster as much confidence as you can.
âThis isnât about Sukuna. You left me outside in the cold last night and I called my best friend to get me,â you tell him without missing a beat. Sukuna is practically grinning behind you as your exâs jaw clenches but you donât see the exchange between the two men. âOh, and I donât belong with or to anyone.â
Sukuna squeezes your arm in reassurance.
âI need my keys and wallet. Iâm taking my bike and some clothes.â
Your ex mulls over your words before relenting finally, just as youâre beginning to think youâll be without belongings. âFine, but he stays outside.â
You glance up at Sukuna, whose expression is unreadable. âFine,â you agree, slipping from Sukunaâs grasp and into the house. Your ex goes to close the door in Sukunaâs face, but a steady hand stops him just as you dash out of sight into your old bedroom.
âLet go of the door, man.â
âLeave the door open, man,â Sukuna warns mockingly in a sneer.
âSheâs my-â
âSheâs not. Sheâs not yours. She doesnât belong to you.â
âGo fuck yourself, Sukuna.â He rolls his eyes, pressing more of his weight against the door, but itâs nothing compared to the bulk Sukuna packs.
âConsider yourself lucky Iâm not rearranging your face right now,â his deep eyes blaze as he leans closer to your ex, his words dangerously low. If ever Sukuna is thankful that he knows heâs a scary person, itâs right now as your ex flinches back and relents, leaving the door open and leaving Sukuna at the door.
Your ex disappears from Sukunaâs sight and he stands up straight, turning to the side as he stares at your bike. He knows you can handle yourself, but he still doesnât love the prospect of you being alone with your ex for any period of time.
Sukuna especially hates how long it takes. Heâs not sure how much you need to pack and he canât make out whatever youâre talking about with your ex but each passing moment he grows less patient and less willing to wait outside.
Just as heâs thinking of stepping inside, he sees your tiny figure with a backpack and a suitcase, keys dangling from your fingers and your wallet held firmly in your hand. The relief on your face when you lock eyes with Sukuna is somewhat heartwarming, but what isnât is the way your ex tries to grab your wrist as you make your way to the door.
You pull against him but his grip fastens.
Sukuna sees red. He sees red and he doesnât think twice about stepping into what was once your house.
âDonât touch her.â
Your eyes widen at the sight of Sukuna making his way towards you with gritted teeth. âNo, no, no! Sukuna! Itâs fine, I can handle this!â Your hand with your wallet and keys flies up as you maneuver yourself between him and your ex.
Your exâs hand doesnât loosen even when your arm physically blocks Sukuna from laying a beating on him.
You take a breath, looking between the two men. âIâm leaving. Please let go,â you say softly, so calmly it almost breaks Sukunaâs heart that your exâs actions seem so normal to you.
âWe arenât done talking-â
âWe are. Iâll be back for the rest of my things later.â You tug your wrist again, sending a pleading look to your ex, but his grip only tightens. âPlease let go.â
âY/n, please. Please, we can work this out.â
âLet go,â you tell him firmly, ignoring his words.
âPlease-â
âI donât know if youâre incapable of listening or if you just want your head bashed in, but Iâd listen to her.â Sukunaâs voice is a warning, dripping with malevolence youâve never heard from him before. His chest is pressed hard against your free hand and you arenât sure you can hold him back much longer.
âRyo,â you plead, looking between the two men as you try to pull your wrist again. Your exâs hand twitches at Sukunaâs words before loosening and falling to his side. You breathe out a sigh of relief, glancing down at the bruising markings his fingers left behind.
âSo heâs Ryo now, huh?â
You glare pointedly at your ex, knowing that one wrong word will have him with his face caved in.
Sukunaâs intense stare never once leaves your ex, but he does allow you to hand him your suitcase and gently tug his forearm to follow you out the door.
Your ex watches from the door as Sukuna follows you to your bike. His intent gaze has your hair standing on end but you choose to ignore the feeling in favor of hopping on your bike.
The sound of your bike roaring to life puts both you and Sukuna at ease and you ride down the driveway, stopping next to his bike. He jogs after you with your suitcase still in-hand.
Sukuna is quiet, which isnât unusual for him but you can practically feel the anger coming off of him in droves like smoke. Kicking your bikeâs stand out, you hop off and flip his Ducatiâs storage compartment open, pulling out a couple of straps to secure your suitcase to the back of your bike.
âReady?â
You pull your friendâs attention from your ex finally as your hand comes to rest on his bicep. His eyes travel from your face to your arm that rests on him, where he can see the way your wrist is reddened and sure to bruise.
Realizing the sight of your reddened arm has his jaw clenching with anger, you move it behind your back and out of sight.
âKuna, please.â
His intense gaze examines yours as the breeze faintly ruffles his spiked hair. Heâs completely still apart from the muscle working in his jaw as he thinks over his options at this moment, but his chest heaves as he sighs in exasperation and gives in.
âWhatever,â he growls, shooting a poisonous look back at the door that your ex hasnât moved from. Sukuna haughtily pulls his helmet on over his head, flipping his visor down before getting on his bike and accelerating quickly.
Based on the way Sukuna weaves through traffic and carelessly speeds through lights, you know heâs furious. You pull your bike into the parking spot next to him a couple of minutes after he pulls in, finding him pacing in the parking garage.
Shutting off your bike and pulling off your helmet, you approach him with angled brows, trying to reassure him. âThanks for coming with me, I appreciate it.â Heâs blinded by rage and youâre not even sure if he hears you. âKuna, Iâm okay,â you insist, reaching out to put a hand on his arm but he still brushes past you.
Sighing, you unload your suitcase from the back of your bike and return the bungee cables to the storage compartment of the Ducati as you let Sukuna blow off some steam.
Once everything is ready to go up to Sukunaâs apartment, you turn your attention back to him.
âCan we go up to your place?â
âHe hurt you,â Sukuna hisses with pupils the size of pinpricks. It would be intimidating if you didnât know that anger was directed elsewhere.
âItâs nothing really, it doesnât hurt.â
âFucking asshole, I should have-â
âNope, weâre not going into that. I donât want to know what you think you should have done.â
You grab your suitcase and begin rolling it through the parkade to the elevator, relieved when you hear a frustrated grunt behind you and a pair of keys clinking. The ride up to his apartment is silent, shrouded in anger.
Really, you should be the angry one but if anything, you're more relieved. Relieved that you have someone like Sukuna to stay with, someone whoâs so willing to come get you at three in the morning when you need him most.
Sukuna swings the door to his apartment open, slamming against the doorstop loudly before creaking shut. His hand flies to his pocket as he trudges across the apartment, tossing his leather jacket on the couch and leaning out the window as he lights a cigarette.
A puff of smoke leaves his mouth as he swings his head back with closed eyes.
Shaking your head, you decide not to give him a hard time for his bad habit and give him space as you busy yourself with setting the couch up nicely for yourself to sleep on given that you were now homeless, among other things.
Sukuna takes his time at the window, stubbing out his cigarette when itâs barely an inch long and finally approaching you from where you sit on the floor looking through your bag, taking inventory of what you have and what youâll need to pick up eventually.
Your pretty face smiles up at him when his shadow blocks your view and he finds himself relaxing more from the sight of you than he had from the nicotine.
âAre you okay?â You tilt your head, noting that he seems more calm now and he nods.
âShould be askinâ you that.â
âIâm okay. I mean it,â you insist.
His eyes flicker down to your wrist again but he knows better than to doubt you and he knows you can handle the pain. Sitting down on the couch behind you, he leans back and watches you quietly.
âI got the things that were most important, but hopefully I can go back and grab everything else eventually,â you note, more to yourself than him. He still hums in acknowledgement. âWhyâd you want my bike back so bad, by the way?â
Your friend leans forward on his knees. âSo I can still go for rides with you.â
âWhat, do I make a bad backpack?â You tease with a grin that has Sukunaâs shoulders falling to his sides as his anger subsides completely.
âHard to drive when youâre feelinâ me up, princess.â
Your lips purse as your cheeks redden, caught off-guard by his nonchalant smirk. Youâd felt up his abs a bit during the ride to your old place, sure, but being called out still had the tips of your ears heating up.
You stubbornly avoid his gaze, going back to figuring out if youâd forgotten anything. Deep chuckles resonate from behind you as your new roommate ruffles your hair and gets to his feet.
âBy the way weâre goinâ out tonight.â
You tilt your head, eyes following Sukuna as he saunters over to the fridge and pulls out an energy drink.
âWhereâd you have in mind?â You ask curiously, not entirely sure youâre in the mood to go out.
âThat new rom com movie or whatever that you wanted to see is showing tonight. I got tickets.â He reaches back into the fridge and pulls out your favorite beverage, tossing it to you.
You barely manage to catch it, mumbling a thank you. âI donât really know if Iâm up for it,â you admit, staring at the drink in your hands.
âI already bought the tickets,â he shrugs, laying back on the couch again. âSuck it up.â
Your nose wrinkles in distaste but you know itâs likely for the best that youâre out of the house so you do, in fact, suck it up.
It quickly becomes time for the movie and you find yourself back in the parking garage a couple of hours before sunset.
âCan you drive?â
âYou gonna feel me up again?â Sukuna raises a brow at you, but a hint of a smirk pulls at his lips.
â... Can I?â
Your confidence catches him off-guard and he blanches, his lips parting as he stares at you. His eyes flicker to your lips and that single action has your heart beating fast and hard in your chest. The fluttering in your stomach as you wait for him to react is enough to make you wretch and you consider yourself lucky that he seems to pull himself together as his lips tug upwards into a sly grin.
He takes a step forward, dipping his head down to whisper in your ear. âDonât stray too low while Iâm drivinâ.â
Youâre left choking on air as Sukunaâs tone sends a jolt of electricity straight up your spine, setting your entire body ablaze. Your eyes trail the length of his body, pausing as you watch him pull his leather jacket over his thin white shirt. The way his muscles ripple and tense with each movement has you swallowing hard as you realize just how built and toned he really is.
Youâre thankful you arenât caught and are spared from Sukunaâs teasing as you hop onto the back of his bike, purposefully making a show of feeling up his abs. Moving from his pecs, across the peaks and valleys of each set of muscles, down until you take pause as you feel the waist of his pants connect with the tips of your fingers.
Sukuna groans, looking over his shoulder before he puts on his helmet. âNot while Iâm driving, got it?â
You nod at him, batting your eyelashes sweetly. He huffs, adjusting the crotch of his pants before pulling his helmet on. He waits for you to follow suit before pulling out of the parking garage and heading to the theater.
Sukunaâs warmth is both a beacon of hope and a searing flame to your skin. A comfort and an exciting new idea to explore. You hold onto him tightly, your body melting into his heat as he drives much more carefully with you hooked onto him than he had earlier in the day.
Sukuna pulls into a spot by the front door of the theater and waits for you to let go before hopping off of the bike himself.
âPopcorn?â He asks you mildly, hands in his pockets.
âUm, thatâs alright.â
Sukunaâs eyes narrow. âWhy?â
âI donât need popcorn.â
âDonât need or donât want?â
You pause, your brow knit as you silently question what he means, but Sukunaâs seen this play out before with your ex and he wants to break this habit.
âDo you want popcorn, y/n?â
You run a hand through your hair, exhaling quietly. âYeah, itâd be nice.â
Sukuna nods, surprising you as he grabs not your forearm or bicep as he usually does, but your hand. His much larger, veiny hand folds over yours, his fingers tangling with yours. Your hand is so small in his and even the feeling of your hand against him feels like a reminder of just how cute you are to him.
Your cheeks are surely dusted in a red glow, but you donât mind given the surprisingly pleasant eagerness in your chest.
With popcorn in-hand, Sukuna leads you into the theater, taking you to your seat and relaxing into the reclining chair. He lifts the arm rest between you, not once disconnecting your hands like itâs the most natural action in the world.
And in all honesty, it is. Everything with Sukuna is easy. It feels right. It feels right in a way youâre not familiar with and itâs exhilarating.
Given the cheesy scenario he set up for, you half-expect Sukuna to make a move during the movie, but his thumb simply continues to rub soothing lines over your knuckles.
Itâs after the movie that he surprises you.
Bounding down the stairs ahead of Sukuna as you tug him along with you, youâre practically gushing about the movie that youâre positive he barely paid attention to. It isnât his style of film but he doesnât mind either way.
â-I mean come on, how can you not love Owen Wilson in that role?â
âMm.â
â-and itâs so charming watching him start to learn and care about her world-â
âMhmm.â
â-oh my god and when she realizes she loves him and she shows up at the tournament-â
âIâm glad you liked it.â Despite how little he has to say about the movie, heâs just happy you enjoyed it.
â-and when he gets her flooowers?-â
Sukuna chuckles as you continue to gush over the movie at him. Still hand-in-hand, he tugs you along, quietly listening to your rambles as he makes his way to his bike. His chest swirls with anticipation as you pay his actions no mind when he turns towards the storage compartment of his bike as you continue rambling on.
It takes only a moment for his hand to reach the delicate item heâs in search of, deftly wrapping two fingers around the dainty object. Keeping his hand behind him, he turns to you with a soft smile. Lidded eyes stare at you with mirth, an expression that isnât typical for Sukuna, so your rambles begin to fade into silence as you tilt your head curiously at him.
âFlowers, hm?â He asks, pulling a beautiful, blooming red rose out from behind him. He holds it out to you, pulling you closer by the hand thatâs still intertwined with his as you purse your lips in disbelief.
âI- I-â You stammer over your words as your mouth goes dry, eyes fixed on the gorgeous flower held in Sukunaâs fingers.
Itâs almost a strange sight to behold- the same man youâd seen passed out on your couch dozens of times, the man youâd had to bail out of jail on more than one occasion, the same man who grumbled and complained every single time you went to Redâs Bar- now holding a dainty little rose for you.
âW- when did you even have time to get this?â You shake your head, it doesnât matter. âSukuna, this is so much I-â
His brows raise as your rambles begin again and although heâs flustered you more times than he can count over the years, heâs never seen you genuinely nervous like this.
â-you really didnât have to do anything like this for me-â
âY/n.â
â-taking me to the movies is already a big deal and I know the last day has been a hassle for you-â
âY/n,â Sukuna chuckles this time, his grip on your hand tightening as he squeezes it in an effort to get your attention.
â-I didnât get you anything, I donât-â
âY/n,â Sukuna leans down, capturing your lips against his. His lips are soft and the kiss is uncharacteristically sweet. His hand slides out of your grasp, sliding up your arm and coming to rest on your waist as he pulls you closer to him. He parts from your lips with a smirk. âShut up, princess.â
You stare breathlessly at him, eyes flickering wildly between his eyes, his lips, before resting down on the rose again.
âTake the damn flower.â
âR-right!â You gingerly reach out, holding the stem as you bring it up to your nose. âYou didnât have to do all this, you know.â
âWell, someone had to,â it comes out as more of a grumble as his brow furrows, but his fingers curl into the skin of your waist as he speaks, betraying the meaning behind his words.
âMhmm, someone.â You agree teasingly, smiling up at him. âThank you, Kuna.â You rise up onto your tiptoes, resting a hand on his chest as you lean up to kiss him, just barely able to reach his jaw.
His chest vibrates in a content hum. âSo short,â he mocks, tilting his head to meet your lips again. Pulling his other hand from his pocket, he pulls the flower from your fingers, setting it in the storage behind him and finding your waist to bring you flush against him.
Your hands slide up the length of his hard musculature until you find his neck. Your fingers tangle in the short hair at his nape and another hum slips from his lips, swallowed by your kiss.
He leans down to meet your height better as the kiss gains urgency, years of pent up emotions flooding from Sukunaâs every movement. His fingers curl into your skin, pulling you impossibly closer.
âKuna?â
He grunts into the kiss, smirking against your lips when he slides a hand from your waist down to your hips.
âCan we-â you breathe out between kisses, â-go home?â
Sukuna parts from your lips, examining your expression with blown pupils, so wide you can barely see the deep color of his irises. He swallows hard, his chest rising and falling fast as he nods silently.
You let out a surprised squeal when he grabs you by the hips and effortlessly lifts you onto his bike.
â-can do it myself,â you insist but Sukuna doesnât register your words, too caught up in the intoxication of your smell, your feel, your taste. He wants more.
Hopping on the bike in front of you, he waits for your helmet to be on before he starts his Ducati and throws his helmet on. Your hands take their place around his toned abdomen, sliding down without a momentâs thought.
âBehave,â Sukuna hisses loud enough that you hear him even over the sound of his bikeâs engine. He doesnât need your visor up to know youâre smiling innocently at him.
He clicks his tongue and speeds out of the parking lot back towards his apartment. Though heâs still more careful driving with his sweet little backpack clinging to him, youâre not oblivious to the fact that he is driving quicker than usual.
Relaxing against Sukunaâs toned back brings with it a comfort you havenât felt in a long time. Itâs strange, despite him speeding through traffic and the sparking tension between you both, itâs easy to close your eyes and relax against him.
Itâs not a feeling youâve had with your ex for a long time. Although you ignored the flags throughout your relationship and defended him when he didnât deserve it, it wasnât always that way, but Sukuna has always been a safe and worry-free escape from the world for you. Since the first day he drove into your life, since you first realized that Sukuna enjoyed your company as much as you enjoyed his.
Heâs a hard book to read and an easy presence to be in.
Your eyes flicker open, not realizing youâd grown so relaxed holding onto him that heâd already pulled into his parking spot, parking beside your Kawasaki.
Sukuna instinctively moves to get off his bike, expecting you to follow him, but pauses when you move rather sluggishly behind him. Pulling his helmet off, he shakes his head in an effort to fix his hair before he eyes you over his shoulder.
âYou gonna get off?â
To anyone else, it might come across as aggressive, but his tone is mild as ever.
âSorry, Kuna.â
You exhale and push off the bike with a hand resting on Sukunaâs shoulder blade. He watches you curiously, tucking you under his shoulder and leading the way back up to his apartment.
Pulling out his keys in the elevator, he ducks his head to get a good look at your expression.
âTired?â
âNo! ⊠Well, yeah, but I was just relaxing,â you tell him and he hums, his eyes swirling with mirth. You cross an arm over your chest, your breast pressing against your arm. His eyes flicker to the sight, pupils dilating as he swallows hard. âSee something you like, Sukuna?â
Your lidded eyes and purring voice has the taller man teetering on the edge of self control. His mind reels with thoughts that arenât appropriate for the elevator and the moment the door opens, heâs making his way to his apartment like a man on a mission.
Desire pools between your thighs at his eagerness, made more apparent in the way he fumbles at the door with his keys.
Itâs not even a second after the door is closed and he maneuvers you against the door, helmets on the ground as his fingers move to flip the lock behind you before they travel up the side of your body, admiring your curves before he cups your face.
He captures your lips, hungry to taste you again. He wants to devour you, he wants to mark you and make you his. Your lips move in tandem with his, matching his fervor with equal eagerness.
Your fingers rake his chest, thumbs sliding over the length of his collarbones. The feeling of his broad chest beneath your hands drives you crazy and you press back against him, your breasts pressing against the expanse of his chest.
âKuna, wait,â you breathe, chest heaving as you part from him. Vermillion irises lock on you as he pulls back, his fingers gripping your waist almost bruisingly. âThis isn'tâŠâ You pause, your mouth opening and closing hesitantly.
âOut with it,â Sukuna encourages hoarsely.
You shoot him a wry smile at his blunt impatience. âThis isnât just a hookup for me, you know.â
He raises a brow at you. âYou think thatâs what this is for me?â You might even assume he sounds offended.
âNo! No,â you clarify, shaking your head as your pretty eyes go wide. He rolls his shoulders, leaning his face closer to yours as he intently watches you. âI just⊠I-â you pause again, avoiding his intense gaze.
âItâs not a one night stand, y/n.â Sukunaâs pupils shrink as he speaks solemnly. He feels you relax in his grip, your eyes coming up to meet his. âRelax nâ let me take care of you.â
Your cheeks redden at your best friendâs boldness and you shuffle as you press your thighs together.
âI better not be your rebound, yâknow.â Thereâs a teasing lilt to his voice now, the elbow holding him up against the door sliding down as his face grows closer to you. God, heâs tall. Heâs tall and built like a monster, and between the size of his hands, his muscles, not to mention his height⊠Your wide, almost timid eyes flicker down to his crotch. He catches the action and smirks. âDonât get nervous now,â he leers.
âIâm not!â You squeak, the blush spreading to the tips of your ears. âAnd⊠youâre not a rebound.â You grab his shirt collar as you pull him in for a kiss, much sweeter than the covetous one youâd shared a minute ago.
Sukunaâs eyes flutter shut as he finds himself relaxing into your touch when you slide your hands up his neck and into his dark, undyed undercut.
âI like you, Ryo.â You admit when you pull back just enough for the words to reach his ears. His smirk can be felt against your lips.
âFuck, youâre hot.â In true Sukuna fashion, thatâs his way of reciprocating your admission, because he doesnât do feelings. But you know. You know exactly what he means.
You grin against his lips, giggling like a giddy school girl whoâs just seen her crush smile. Sukunaâs chest rumbles at your sudden timid delight.
âYouâre such a loser,â he chuckles, his hand moving from your waist to hold your chin. He kisses you softly, your giggles persisting against his lips. Your fingers curl gleefully in his hair when he pulls back with impishly narrowed eyes. âYouâre makinâ it hard to kiss you.â
âSorry,â you chirp, your eyes crinkling in the corners. âItâs just cute- youâre cute.â
âMe?â He pulls back, standing at his full height and making a point of showing off his broad shouldered stance. âCute?â He tilts his head quizzically as if to prove a point but if anything, you find the strands of hair falling out of place over his forehead cute.
âYeah, you.â
âIâll show you cute,â he grumbles, and suddenly youâre lifted off the ground effortlessly. You shriek in surprise in his ear as you grasp at the back of his leather jacket. He mumbles something about you being a brat before dumping you on the couch and crawling over your body.
His form looms over you and youâre both suddenly very aware of the immense size difference between you both, something which might be one of Sukunaâs favorite things. He loves how tiny you are, how easily he can handle you.
Sukuna takes pause, his usually dour gaze filled with longing, admiring what heâd wanted for so long as you stare back at him with wide eyes. He loves the fiery attitude you always sport, but this flustered side of you is new to him and he drinks it in like a drug.
Your chest rises and falls quickly, eyes darting from his arms that cage you in, down the expanse of his chest that peeks through his V-neck, back up to that alluring tattooed face. His sharp jaw, his ever-present smirk, his intense stare, itâs all so goddamn sexy and youâre flustered to silence like a deer in the headlights being hunted by a wolf.
âFunny, you seem to have lost your bark,â he comments tantalizingly, dipping down to kiss your jaw. Now with your body trapped beneath him, he feels the way your hips twitch. âWhat happened to the brat from earlier?â
You swallow down a moan as his voice sets you ablaze. Your hands find purchase on his biceps, fingers gripping him tightly. You take a breath to readjust and bat your lashes up at him as you push through the sudden nerves that seem to chase you. âBrat? I donât know what youâre talking about, Kuna.â
Sukuna grins, a devilish gleam in his eyes. âThere she is,â he hums, bringing himself down to his elbows to kiss you wholly. His lips move urgently against yours, tongue swiping your lower lip almost immediately. He groans when you grant him access by parting your lips, drinking in your taste. You gasp in surprise as his tongue piercing grazes your tongue, a strangely pleasurable new feeling.
Your hands slide from his biceps up his neck, keeping him close, pulling him closer as you deepen the kiss. When you shift beneath him to clench your thighs as heat pools in your lower abdomen, he groans.
âFuck,â he hisses into your mouth, catching you by surprise when he nips your lower lip. He pulls back for only a moment but in that split second the look on your best friendâs face tells you everything you need to know. Youâre his prey, and heâs about to devour you.
âKuna-!â You gasp in surprise when kisses down the side of your neck, leaving behind purple bruises as he sucks and nips at the side of your neck. Reaching the sensitive spot at the base of your neck, his teeth graze your skin before gently sinking in, testing the waters with a glance at your face.
You whine, squirming beneath him.
Sukuna withdraws with a smirk, running his tongue soothingly over the reddened skin. âKinky little thing, arenât you?â He purrs, rolling his hips against you so roughly you whimper. âShit,â he mumbles and returns to his ministrations, his hips rolling against yours like a dog in heat.
âSh-shut up, KunaâŠâ you groan, rutting your hips up into him. His movement stutters with pleasure and he nips your skin again in response. âDarlinâ, hold onto me,â his husky voice commands against the skin of your ear.
âHm? Ah-!â
Sukuna slides a muscular arm beneath the small of your back, pressing you to him and urging your arms to cling to his shoulders. You wrap your legs around his waist as he picks you up, holding your small frame to him in one arm.
He carries you to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him as you press kisses to his collarbone, leaving behind marks of your own. He hums, plopping you down onto the bed and standing to shrug his jacket off and unbuckle his belt, letting it and his jeans drop to the floor.
Youâre sure your face is red as a tomato, pupils dilated as you admire his body, your gaze landing on the boner thatâs pulling the fabric of his black Calvin Klein boxers taut. You swipe your tongue out over your lips, bringing your lower lip between your teeth.
Your best friend grins, pulling you to the edge of the bed by your ankles. You let out a surprised gasp, gripping at the sheets at either side of you.
âGânna take my time nâ treat her right,â he purrs, falling over you as your legs wrap around his waist to pull him closer. He could be talking about you or your pussy, it doesnât matter either way.
He lifts your shirt up over your head and you arch your back to make it easier. Youâre so pliant for him and he adores your obedience, adores the desperate, lustful look in your eyes.
âShit, girl,â he mumbles, his eyes eating you alive on the spot as he admires your body. Youâre so small in comparison to the way his figure looms over you.
Catching your gaze, he squeezes one of your breasts, slipping the other from the fabric of your lace bra to press the warm flat of his tongue to your nipple. You jolt as pleasure buzzes through your body, moaning when he sucks the hardened bud between his lips. The cool metal of his piercing intensifies the pleasure when it grazes your skin and causes goosebumps to raise on your arms.
Your hands find his hair, tugging enough that Sukuna smirks against the plush of your skin.
âSo needy,â he hums. Your thighs clench around his waist as the vibration of his voice against your skin rocks through you.
Your lidded eyes stare down at him and you take the opportunity to tug his shirt off. He complies, tossing it across the room. His heavily tattooed chest, abdomen, arms- heâs gorgeous and you can barely believe heâs standing over you right now, eyes for only you.
âKuna,â you mumble between moans, jerking as he flicks your nipple with a smug grin.
He mutters out a âwhatâ before sinking his teeth into your breast. You gasp, eyes widening and bucking your hips against him as your head swings back into the mattress. As you arch your back for him, Sukuna deftly slips your bra off.
âStop being a tease,â you plead, the hard length of his cock twitching against your core as you tighten your legs.
âA tease? What do you want then, hm?â His voice is cocky, knowing. He wants you on your knees begging.
âKunaaaa,â you groan, laying the back of your arm across your eyes, suddenly timid.
Sukuna clicks his tongue, pulling your arm away from your face. He grabs your other arm and holds them both down above you with one large hand. âWhat do you want, brat?â His face is inches away from yours now and he rolls his hips against your core teasingly despite the ache he feels.
âI-â you pant, pausing to look at his intense stare. âWanâ you to eat me out.â
âYeah?â He hums, lowering his head so that his lips brush yours. âThought you had manners?â
âPlease, Kuna,â you beg in a whiny voice. Sukuna smirks, getting to his knees at the edge of the bed and draping his arm over your hips to hold them down as he sprawls your legs out before him.
âFuckinâ soaked for me,â he groans, his breath warm against the fabric of your panties. He wastes no time hooking his fingers through the fabric to pull them aside. His digits brush your folds as you buck your hips in a desperate attempt at friction.
Chuckling softly, Sukuna languidly licks up your cunt, savoring your taste with the slow movement. You squirm beneath him, raking your fingers through his hair as you try to buck your hips towards his tongue.
âPatience,â Sukuna hums and flicks his tongue out to circle your clit. His piercing grazes the sensitive bundle of nerves and your eyes go wide with pleasure.
âSuch a- hah- asshole- ah-!â Sukuna doesnât give you the satisfaction of teasing him as he pushes his long tongue into your dripping chasm, your walls clenching around the muscle in ecstasy.
Sukuna groans as your fingers tug his hair. He lets you buck your hips into his mouth and ride his face, relishing in the sound of your moans and pants.
The feeling of his tongue inside you is already so intense that when he brings a thumb up to flick your clit, the sudden desire that pulses through your body straight to the knot tightening in your core has you bucking your hips in surprise. His grip on your hips fastens as he holds you down again, keeping you from squirming out of his grasp.
The desire and heat pooling in your core quickly grow in intensity as Sukunaâs experienced tongue plunges through your folds, drinking up your arousal.
âK-Kuna- I- Iâm gonna-â your words are mere babbles as you try to speak through the bliss, your orgasm steadily approaching.
âLet me taste it, princess.â
The feeling of his voice with his tongue within you, the way his piercing suddenly flicks your gummy walls, his thumb on your clit, the way he calls you princess, itâs so much that your orgasm crashes over you in a wave, causing your body to jolt and jerk against the mattress.
Sukunaâs thumb leaves your clit as he holds down one of your thighs to keep you from crushing his head as you moan and pant out his name while your body spasms. He slows his ministrations to drink every last drop of your orgasm before flicking your clit with his tongue one last time, pleased when you jolt.
He pushes himself up, wiping your slick from his chin with the back of his hand.
âShit, youâre hot,â he mutters. You barely have a moment to come down from your high before heâs pulling you to the floor by your waist, dropping you on your knees. His hungry expression and throbbing cock tell you everything you need to know as you look up at him through your lashes.
Your fingers curl around the waist of his boxers as you pull them down his thighs. His rock-hard erection slaps against his abs as you free it from the confines of the fabric. Sure, Sukuna is a monster of a man at nearly seven feet tall of solid muscle mass and youâd felt him grinding against you, but your eyes still widen at the sight of his cock.
You feel your mouth water as you stare at the angry red tip, veins protruding and pulsing with desire on either side.
âThink you can take it?â He asks and although itâs a teasing and husky tone he uses with you, he is genuinely asking as well. You nod eagerly and he grins. âGood girl,â he purrs.
Bringing a hand up to his cock, you wrap your fingers daintily around the thick base, looking up at those glimmering vermillion eyes as you run your tongue from base to tip, eliciting a heavy groan from the man.
âChrist,â he groans, his head flying back in pleasure. You smirk and take the tip of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue over the leaking slit before teasingly pulling back with a pop!
His hips shudder as he does everything in his power to stop himself from using your mouth, to stop himself from shoving his cock down your throat with no warning.
âNeedy, Ryo?â
You donât expect the way that sets him off, lights his desire ablaze anew as he fists your hair and leans down with a clenched jaw to look you in the eyes.
You whimper in surprise, closing your thighs from where you sit on your knees as your cunt pulses from the way he handles you so roughly.
âLetâs get it straight right now which of us is needy,â he growls with a smirk, eyeing the way you shift your thighs. âYou gonna be a good little slut for me?â
You nod up at him, pupils dilating as he tugs your hair. He grins, narrowing his eyes. âWords, woman.â
âYes, Kuna,â you purr back at him. The wild look in his eyes intensifies as he receives your consent and pushes the tip of his cock past your lips. His jaw goes slack in pleasure as you swirl your tongue around the head, lapping up his precum.
âShit,â he groans out, watching as you take his cock without breaking eye contact while he thrusts further into your mouth. You gag when he reaches the back of your throat, tears pricking in the corners of your eyes and you shut them as you take his length. âAh ah, look at me. Takinâ me so well.â
Sukuna knows you canât take his entire cock in your mouth, he knows thereâs a fairly large size difference between the both of you. It doesnât stop the way he pushes your head down on his cock watching the way tears run down your cheeks as you so obediently let him handle you.
Saliva runs down the length of his cock and you bring a hand up to the base, pumping what you canât fit in your throat. His hand pulls your mouth off his cock, adjusting his hand to hold your head back against the bed so that he can relentlessly fuck into you, massive cock hitting the back of your throat and gagging you with each thrust.
He throws his head back as you pump the base of his shaft while he fucks you, being his perfect little doll. His abs flex and twitch when your muscles tense as you swallow around him.
âSuch a nasty fuckinâ throat.â He barely gives you any time to breathe as his pace increases, along with the pace of your hand to match. His chest heaves as he moans, letting you dig your nails into his thigh for purchase while he uses your throat.
His cock twitches as you moan when he hits the back of your throat and his eyes shut tight with pleasure, jaw going slack. When he jolts again with the next thrust, you know heâs close so you hum contentedly, sending vibrations up his shaft and causing his hips to jerk erratically as he chases his high.
âF-fuck,â he groans out before his hips stutter and your eyes widen when his cum unloads down your throat, thick ropes of salty sweet arousal swallowed as he keeps himself warm within your mouth. You move your lips slowly around his girth, milking every last drop of his orgasm. You pull back after a moment to allow yourself a chance to breathe, panting as you stare up at him.
His chest heaves and his cock twitches every few seconds, telling of the orgasm heâs just had. Still, his eyes burn with desire when he finally opens them.
He reaches down to pick you up and sets you at the edge of the bed on all fours roughly.
He squeezes your ass before slapping it once. Your body jolts in surprise as you gasp.
âPrincess, you on any birth control?â
âMhmm, you can go raw.â
You hear him mumble a curse beneath his breath. âYou tell me if itâs too much,â he tells you, catching the way you glance over your shoulder at him and nod.
In spite of the rough way he uses and handles you, heâs still very attentive to your pleasure and comfort.
He pays no mind to the fact that you actually liked the panties youâre wearing as he physically tears them off of your body, tossing the ripped fabric aside. You whine in complaint, shooting him a look from over your shoulder.
âIâll buy ya new ones,â he huffs, returning his attention to your body.
Squeezing your ass in both palms, he leans down and buries his face in your pussy, licking a stripe from your clit to your dripping entrance. He hums at how wet you still are, moving a hand up your spine to hold you down and keep you arched for him.
His teeth sink into the plump of your ass and you squeak at the sudden burst of pain that quickly twists to pleasure when he soothingly laps over the mark heâs left.
He slides his hand down from squeezing your plump ass to glide a finger through your lubricated folds. You lean into his touch, gasping when he suddenly plunges one long finger into your lubricated pussy.
Your walls are tight as they pulse around his long finger. He eases another digit in, pumping them slowly as he realizes just how tight you are.
âRelax, darlinâ,â he hums soothingly, curling his fingers against your walls a couple of times before he finds your g spot. His voice is such a stark contrast to his rough tendencies, but itâs soothing to have him so worried for your comfort.
âRyo, f-fuck-â you moan out as his fingers languidly curl against your gummy walls which gradually relax against his long fingers. With a couple more pumps of his fingers, he pulls them out, leaving you pulsing around nothing and craving his touch as you shift your hips in search of friction with a whine.
Sukuna grunts when he lines himself up with your plump cunt, pumping himself a couple of times before he slowly eases his tip into you. Your eyes widen at the delicious burn of the stretch, fingers curling in the sheets as you adjust to his massive size. And god this is only the tip.
You cry out, the feeling of his girthy cock filling you up blurring your vision as the pain transitions to pleasure before the process begins all over again with each movement he makes. His cock throbs, making you feel impossibly full.
Sukuna wants to ruin you, he wants to tear you apart on his cock, but he doesnât want to hurt his sweet little best friend, so he watches the way your face contorts in mild pain, waiting for your expression to relax as he slowly feeds you his cock, inch by inch.
âDoinâ so good for me, darlinâ,â Sukuna purrs, his thumb stroking your back in contrast to the fact that heâs still holding you down and keeping you arched for him.
His cock head brushes your cervix, pressing against it as he bottoms out, fingers curling against your back at how tight youâre squeezing him as he waits for you to adjust.
Your shoulders relax beneath his touch and you whimper as he slides his cock out to the tip, setting a moderate pace so as not to shock you. The feeling of his thick, veiny cock is like nothing youâve ever experienced, his size just so much to take that you moan and whine with each thrust of his cock into your tight hole.
You grip at the sheets beneath you, gasping as Sukuna speeds up his thrusts and presses you hard into the mattress, muffling your moans.
âKuna- mmph,â you let out a muffled whimper, jolting when he slaps your ass roughly, no longer holding back.
âF-fuckinâ- shit-â he groans, his fingers gripping your skin bruisingly as he holds you in place. He leans forward, sliding his hand from your back to your neck, restricting your airflow subtly. Pleasure tears through your spine as he leans forward and pushes in deeper with each thrust, pulling moans and screams of his name from deep in your throat.
âK-Kuna, Iâm- hah- close,â you whimper, words muffled by the sheets beneath you. He loosens his fingers from your neck, grabbing your waist with both hands as he pulls your ass closer to him, pounding into you faster as he chases his own high.
âShit, yâr such a good lil slut for me,â he groans, feeling your walls tighten around his thick length with each thrust.
Pleasure tightens deep within your core, knotting and curling as he fucks you so deliciously that your juices are already dripping from your cunt around his hilt. His eyes lock on the sight and he throws his head back in pleasure, his own high not far behind.
With one last hit against your cervix, your orgasm hits you like a goddamn truck, like nothing youâve ever experienced before as your entire body shakes and jolts, your knees and legs giving out.
If Sukuna wasnât holding you up, you surely would have collapsed as stars cloud your vision and you moan his name like a mantra. Your eyes are glossy and your mind delirious as he continues to fuck you through your high, your walls milking him in a way that has him quickly climbing towards his release.
With only a few more erratic thrusts that have you whining under him in overstimulation, his cock twitches suddenly as his entire load fills you up, mixing with your juices and dripping out of your swollen lips down your thighs that Sukuna is still holding up.
He moans as he slowly lets your body go and you sink to the mattress, panting beneath him as his cock slips from between your thighs. His eyes flicker to your pretty pussy, his cum leaking out with each pulse of your walls. His chest heaves as well as he slowly gets to his feet and walks to the side of the bed, sliding up against the headboard.
Sukuna pulls your body up from where youâve collapsed, wrapping his arms around you as his sweat-slicked skin sticks to yours. Heâs much gentler now, looking you over for any signs that he might have hurt you accidentally, but when you finally open your eyes, theyâre glossy with pleasure and filled with adoration.
He canât help the way he genuinely smiles, not a common thing for the tepid biker, but when you grin and giggle in return, it makes his heart jump.
He practically turns to putty in your hands and as you silently bask in the afterglow of the best sex of your life and lean into Sukunaâs embrace.
âWasnât too rough with you, was I?â He asks after a moment and youâre surprised by the way his fingers softly graze your skin.
âYou were great Kuna, donât worry,â you answer, yawning afterwards.
He hums in relief, leaning his head back for a moment before taking it upon himself to get you cleaned up before you pass out. Grabbing a towel, he wipes your thighs and tosses the towel in a hamper at the edge of the room before pulling the covers over your figure and crawling in behind you.
âRyo?â
Sukuna hums quizzically.
âDo I get to know how long now?â
âYouâre a brat,â he growls in your ear as he pulls you flush against his chest, his arms folded around your middle.
âYeah yeah, just answer the question,â you grouse, rolling your eyes. You have an inkling of a feeling that you know when he realized his feelings for you, but youâre curious nonetheless.
He sighs, knowing youâll never let him live this down. âDunno. Itâs been a while,â he avoids the question.
You flip in his arms to face him with raised brows. He groans, avoiding your gaze.
âI guess around the time you got with your ex,â he admits, his eyes locked on the wall behind you as he tucks your head under his chin to avoid your intent gaze.
âIs that why you stopped seeing people?â
âYou noticed?â
âKuna, you had a new girl under your arm every time I saw you for a while.â
He grunts, pulling you tighter to his body.
Giggling, you kiss his collar bone. âThatâs sweet.â
Sukunaâs chest rises and falls heavily as he lets out a long sigh. You can practically feel the way his cheeks are heating up as you tease him, something that youâd only managed a handful of times in all the years youâve known him.
âSorry, am I embarrassing the big bad motorcycling bad boy?â You push, squeaking in protest as Sukuna wastes no time in shoving you away from him in an attempt to push you off the bed. âWait, wait, wait! Iâm sorry!â You insist, looking to him for mercy as you cling to his arms, clutching desperately at the flexed muscles.
âAnd?â
âAndâŠâ you search for the words heâs looking to hear in his eyes, gripping his arms tighter. âI wonât do it again?â
âAnd?â
âIâm sorry I ate the rest of your leftovers this morning?â
His brow furrows. Oh shit.
âI mean⊠no I didnât. Theyâre still there,â you mumble, avoiding his judgemental gaze guiltily.
Sukunaâs hold on your shoulder begins to lax as you teeter at the edge of the bed, threatening to drop you to the floor. You scramble to try to grip him tighter.
âIâll buy you new food!â
Sukuna sighs and drags you back to him. You let out a relieved puff of air against his chest, snuggling back into his warmth. âJusâ wanted you to say when it was for you.â
You tilt your head up at him, only able to see his chin. âWhen what was?â
âYou know. When you realized what you think of me or whatever.â Sukunaâs gruff tone is telling that he isnât used to such sincere conversations. Although youâve known him a long time and heâd told you about damn near every sexual encounter heâs had, Sukunaâs most record-breaking relationship was a shocking three months.
Of course, Sukuna isnât a romantic, and she didnât know him well enough to know that he was putting in effort, so it didnât last long.
âOh. When I realized I like you?â
He grunts.
You hum in thought, moments throughout your friendship scrolling through your mind like a slideshow.
Of course, your forefront thought is when Sukuna first stepped off that stupidly well taken care of Ducati and surprised you when he managed to not only get you home on a running bike, but let you buy him a drink. Heâs always been ridiculously attractive, but no, those werenât feelings.
You think of all the times you hung out with friends and they would point out his change in behavior. Youâd always think on the statement, watch the way that aloof look of his turns mild when he faces you, but you didnât want to think about it too much.
You ponder on the time youâd called him on a whim early in your friendship when your date had bailed on you. Sukuna did not want to see the cheesy romance movie you had tickets for, but heâd sucked it up and shown up. Youâd offered to buy him dinner as a thank you, but he paid regardless. It was the kind of thing a real date would do, but heâd complained so much you brushed the thought away.
When you were entirely too obsessed with Game of Thrones and insisted he be your king in a big fur cloak for Halloween, maybe then something had changed.
âYou want me to be some guy from the show you like?â Heâd grumbled and guffawed over having to dress up at all, insisting heâd been planning to put in minimal effort.
âPleaaase, Kuna?â You were practically on your knees by the time heâd agreed with a roll of his eyes. âYouâd make a good Robb Stark,â you insist before second-guessing yourself. âWell, if he was grumpy and kind of a dick.â You shrug, grinning up at him as he shoots you a begrudging look through narrowed eyes.
It only takes you a few days to put together the costume given the abundance of medieval king and knight costumes around.
His arms cross over his rugged chest, the fabric of his shirt pulled taut by the movement. âYou canât be serious.â He stares at the tight faux leather coat you hand him with a scowl.
âHe wears something similar!â
âIâm not wearing this.â
âPlease, you said you would!â You pout at him as you sport your best puppy dog eyes.
âNo.â
You jut your bottom lip out, taking a step towards him as you shove the leather top to his chest. His eyes narrow, gears turning in his head until he shuts his eyes, giving in.
Your eyes light up as he pulls the top from you, groaning as he pulls it on over his shirt. Itâs tight on him, which you expected given Sukunaâs sheer size, but itâs a strangely hot look on your rugged best friend. Even more so when he lets you drape the cape over his shoulders and set a cute little crown on his head.
âNo, absolutely not,â he hisses, slapping your hand away when you try to clip the crown in place with a bobby pin.
âYouâre such a pain,â you tease as you try again, holding an extra pin between your teeth.
Standing back, you admire your work as you receive a very unamused look in return. Sukunaâs build makes for a very kingly stature in spite of the contrasting tattoos and it makes him hot. In fact, youâre half afraid someone will whisk him away at the Halloween party given how nicely heâs cleaned up.
Your lips twitch downwards at the thought. You donât want him to be whisked away. You want your king by your side.
âSo?â
Snapping you from your thoughts, your eyes light up again. âYou look great,â you tell him with a grin. His eyes flicker with something you donât recognize.
He hums, examining your expression. âWell, go get ready then. Gonna sweat through all this leather nâ shit.â
âOh like you arenât used to leather,â you roll your eyes, but you oblige, getting your matching Talisa Stark outfit on.
When you return to Sukuna sitting on his couch, you muster your best impression of your character. âMy king?â
Your best friendâs attention turns to you, eyes widening as you approach him in a floor-length queenâs gown with a matching gray cloak and a crown pinned into your hair. âShit, yâ look good,â he breathes out.
Your cheeks heat up and you scratch at the back of your neck. âThanks, Kuna.â You clear your throat and your mind to the best of your ability as you offer him a hand. âReady?â
He hums, taking your hand before grabbing his keys and offering you his arm. âMy queen?â
Youâd be lying if you said that wasnât the first spark. The first real spark. As he loosened up throughout the night and repetitively called you his princess, you knew you were spent. Each and every time he used the name had you giggling up a storm and while youâd brushed it off as intoxication at the time, you knew the truth deep down.
So when heâd returned to his aloof self the following morning, you swallowed down your feelings.
You couldnât bear the thought of losing your best friend and he didnât have a good track record with relationships. Youâd be lying if you said you werenât scared, even now.
âHalloween,â you utter finally, unsure of just how long youâve been silently contemplating an answer in his arms.
âFigures,â his chest rumbles in brief laughter.
âYou knew?â
âNah, thought it was the alcohol.â
âYeah, I thought so too. Thatâs why I started dating other people.â
Sukuna doesnât respond but he buries his face into the crown of your head, drinking in your warmth, your intoxicating scent, and your soft skin against his as he closes his eyes.
No more other people, youâre his.
âWas it me callinâ you my princess?â He asks of the night you realized youâd caught feelings.
âThat, and you make a good Robb Stark.â
He snorts. âI remember being told I was a dick.â
You shrug, smiling against the warm skin of his chest. âI donât retract that statement.â
He presses a kiss to the top of your head and warmth spreads through your body as you relax against him, eyes closing as exhaustion spreads across you like a warm blanket. You know the kiss is a sassy retort, but it shamelessly works on you.
âFine. I retract my statement.â
âThatâs my princess.â
â
âCan you stop moving so much?â
Unsurprisingly, Sukunaâs got an attitude today and he absolutely plans on making it your problem as he huffs.
Your gloved hands work carefully to thoroughly cover every last strand of his short hair with dye. You know very well the only reason heâs being such a menace today is because youâd suggested a change in color and heâs afraid itâll look bad.
In all your years of knowing him, heâs always had the same pink hair, so you were thrilled he was allowing you the honor of dying it back to its original color, black. Youâd actually insisted on orange or red, but black was the only thing he was willing to compromise on.
You make your way back around him and find his scowling face looking up at you. Covering the last few strands of hair over his forehead, you boldly sit on his lap.
His demeanor changes in an instant as you straddle him and his hands eagerly find your hips and begin roaming up your waist and back down to your thighs. You shoot him a warning glance as you accidentally smudge some black dye on his forehead, but he pays you no mind as he continues his ministrations.
âKuna,â you warn sternly, trying to wipe off the black marking before it leaves a stain, but itâs too late. You sigh and look over your work.
âJust a quickie, câmon,â he insists with a grin.
âI donât want to be covered in black dye,â you retort and Sukuna groans, throwing his head back dramatically. âHow long do I gotta wait?â
âThirty minutes.â
He frowns, eyes following your movements as you pull off your gloves and throw them in the trash of your shared apartment. He canât for the life of him tear his eyes from you as you proceed to wash your hands before grabbing a damp towelette to wipe at his forehead.
Suddenly feeling like a child as you take care of the marking on his forehead, he swats at your hand.
âYouâre a menace,â you mutter, avoiding his hand with practiced precision as you wipe away any traces of hair dye from his face.
He smirks, he likes the way you tease him and if anything it only makes him want to bend you over the table more.
Still, when you pull back to inspect his face and leave a gentle peck on his lips, he knows you donât mind his attitude.
You know itâs all a ruse of sorts. Not around others, but around you it is.
Dating him for so many years came with its fair share of complications, especially given that Sukunaâs communication skills were about as good as those of a rock. He often didnât pick up on small signs that you were bothered by things and vice versa, as heâs a tough book to read.
Regardless of any small arguments, nothing ever got out of hand surprisingly. You canât imagine your life if Sukuna hadnât shown up to get you the night your ex kicked you out. What Sukuna lacked in the department of emotional understanding, he made up for with his actions.
Although he very rarely says it, you know Sukuna loves you.
Each and every âI love youâ is met with a kiss, a squeeze of your arm, a tug towards him.
Sukuna has his own way of showing you he loves you.
He picks you up from work with flowers, shocking those around you when the grumpy-looking tattooed man hands you flowers that surely wonât make it home in great condition on his bike, but it doesnât matter.
He runs you a bath when he fucks you into oblivion and your legs give out. It may be his own hand that inflicted your weakness, but it doesnât matter because he shows you just how much he cares for you through his aftercare routine.
He makes your coffee with far too much milk and sugar for his own taste and complains about it the whole time, but it doesnât matter because he still does it every morning for you.
Sukuna loves you, and he knows that youâre aware of it.
When it comes time to wash his hair, he closes his eyes when you help him wash it in the sink. Your fingers move so delicately, taking care to wash out all the dye.
When he dries his hair with a towel and sees the way you delight at the sight of his freshly jet-black hair, he chuckles.
âWhy do you never grow your hair out?â You ask, running your hands through his spiked hair. The color suits him and brings out his eyes in the most stunning way, youâre sure you have stars in your eyes from the way youâre staring at him.
âDunno. The other color looks good,â he shrugs.
âIt does!â You agree with a grin, âbut so does this!â You insist. âItâs hot.â
He hums, looking himself over in the mirror. In truth, he doesnât mind it. He only really indulged you because youâd insisted, but it worked out given what he had in mind for the night. It would look good in photos.
âWhen is Shiu getting here?â You ask curiously, interrupting Sukunaâs thoughts as your short arms wrap around his middle from behind.
âHour from now.â
You gasp suddenly. âI need to clean up.â
âI can clean you up,â Sukuna smirks, lifting his arms in an attempt to see your face from where you stand behind him.
âKunaaa,â you whine. âI need time to get ready.â
He groans dramatically. âFine,â he grumbles, watching as you prance away happily to get ready.
You, Sukuna, Choso, Toji, Shiu, and Uraume were all going out in celebration of Tojiâs newest addition to his family, a young boy. It was surprising that he was the first to settle down, but when youâd met his wife, you could see that she was his world, the way he relaxed at her touch and his own edge calmed in the same way Sukunaâs does around you.
Sukuna lays on his bed, watching as you choose a gorgeous black dress that hugs your curves so delectably that he wants to tear it off of you then and there. The whole time, he fumbles with something in his pocket, grateful when you donât notice the small box accidentally fall from his grasp and onto the bed.
You chat with him about your work the whole time. Sukunaâs mind is elsewhere but given that heâs never all that chatty, you donât notice. Looking yourself over in the mirror, you let out a relieved breath when you manage to be ready with only a couple of minutes to spare.
âYâ look gorgeous.â Sultry words are whispered in your ear, followed up by a kiss to your neck as your boyfriend comes up behind you. His hands rest softly on your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder, bending down to your height.
You watch his actions from the mirror, the way his lidded eyes look over the curves of your figure, the way he slides his arms so delicately around your middle to envelop you in a tight hug, itâs these moments that you treasure the most.
The quiet moments where you simply enjoy one anotherâs presence.
Your lives are so busy that you donât always get time to yourselves, so melting into his arms in that moment, you wish it would last forever.
Of course forever is a long time, and Shiu certainly doesnât have the patience to wait in his car that long for you both. Youâre not entirely sure why Sukuna doesnât want to take your bikes, but you donât push the subject. Your boyfriendâs mind is a mysterious place.
Your group gathers at a restaurant thatâs a bit fancy for everyoneâs tastes, but Uraume had insisted on it given the occasion. The real surprise was that Sukuna had dressed up a bit as well, sporting a sleek black pair of slacks, a black long sleeve button-up, and a red tie. His ensemble went well with your black dress.
Over the years, Sukunaâs friends had become your friends, long before you started dating, even.
Choso and Yuji were like your little brothers, and Uraume and Toji your closest drinking buddies. They got along surprisingly well with your friends too, especially Choso and Yuji who, unlike Sukuna, seemed to have a talent for getting along with everyone. Shiu generally only tagged along when Toji was around, but their banter was always welcome.
As Toji shows off photos of his son Megumi alongside his daughter Tsumiki, you notice Sukuna whispering something to Choso, casting oddly uneasy glances in your direction. Frowning, you glance over yourself once as though thereâs something wrong with your outfit. No⊠it looks fine. So whatâs Sukuna being so secretive about?
You brush it off as nothing, sure youâre overthinking things⊠until he pulls Toji aside after the man finishes showing off photos of his son.
You tilt your head quizzically to Uraume as you lean over towards them, ensuring Sukuna canât hear you.
âIs Kuna acting weird to you?â
âYes,â Uraume follows your gaze, narrowing their eyes. âPerhaps he misses Toji?â
âAre we talking about the same person?â A small smirk quirks up the corners of your lips.
Uraume laughs lightly with you. âYouâre right,â they agree, but the thought doesnât leave your mind.
Itâs not like Sukuna doesnât have off days like everyone else, but this is a strange change of demeanor for him. He seems strangely fidgety, as though he canât sit still. His leg had bounced under the table throughout most of dinner and he was strangely eager to get the bill.
He had been horny all day, the best guess you have is that maybe itâs that and he wants to get home.
Still, it doesnât explain him being so secretive throughout the night. In fact, heâd barely spoken a lick to you. Which isnât entirely uncommon, but in place of words he would normally find comfort in your touch. Yet tonight it felt as though youâd hardly seen him despite sitting next to him most of the night.
You resort to asking him about it later, though an uneasy feeling tugs at you the more you notice it.
Youâre almost grateful the dinner is over when it is as you intertwine your fingers with Sukuna like nothing is wrong. Shiu leads the way across the expanse of grass by the restaurant to his car one lot over, chatting with Toji as you and your boyfriend trail behind.
With Choso and Uraume a short distance behind you, you figure now is as good of a time to ask as any.
âIs everything alright, baby?â You tilt your head to look at your boyfriend.
Something glimmers in his eyes, an emotion you donât recognize. Thatâs odd.
ââCourse.â
Well, thatâs not reassuring.
âOkay⊠Nothingâs wrong?â
He shoots you a small smirk, kissing the top of your head.
âNothinâs wrong, princess. Donât worry your pretty little head.â
You sigh, unable to help the feeling that he has something up his sleeve, but also able to recognize that whatever heâs plotting, he clearly has no intention of telling you. Regardless, youâre relieved that his nonchalant attitude seems to have returned. Maybe itâs nothing to worry about after all.
You miss the way he glances between the two groups, nodding to both as you sigh and give in.
âAlright, Kuna. I love you.â
Sukuna stops to face you and you blink at him perplexedly. Time seems to stand still as his chest rises and falls so quickly, heâs sure you can hear his heart beating out of his chest as he fumbles in his pocket for a moment.
You open your mouth to question him but your words die on your tongue when your boyfriend swallows hard before making a quick movement down onto one knee and your eyes go wide, your heart pounding in tandem with his.
Itâs just the two of you in that moment, all sounds drowned out by beating hearts, lights and movement a blur behind you both. Everything is just Sukuna. Just you.
âY/n,â he begins hoarsely. His voice shakes slightly and he curses himself for it but he doesnât dare look away from your gorgeous wide eyes.
Your lips part, a lump forming in your throat. It feels as though it could choke you and you swallow hard but it only seems to encourage the tears you had yet to notice welling in your eyes.
âI had this whole speech planned,â he chuckles breathlessly. âPracticed nâ everything.â
You nod slowly, your hands trembling as you bring one up to your mouth to suppress your shock and awe when he pulls out a small red velvet box.
âBut I donât think that shit's for me. So I decided to keep it simple.â
Nestled delicately within the box is a gorgeous silver ring with a beautiful diamond held delicately in the center. The ring splits into three separate parts just before the gem that all twist with smaller jewels around the metal.
âMarry me?â
Although he very rarely says it, you know Sukuna loves you.
From the way he holds you to the way he listens and kisses you between words. From the way he brings you lunch at work when you forget to the way he drives more carefully when youâre cuddled behind him on his bike.
Sukuna loves you, and he knows that youâre aware of it.
And you love him too.
âYes!â
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nrmlmtber on tiktok! Started off as a slim road biker and he now is over 350lbs! He has talked about his gains multiple times. Look at how big that overhang is! I bet he binges a lot after his rides! He is now and ebiker which burns a lot less calories. Such a fatty!
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the first time that biker!simon suggested that he drives you around on his bike, you were terrified to the point of declining his offer.
âi canât,â you mumbled, fiddling with the sleeves of your sweater, your lips downturned in genuine disappointment. ââm sorry.â
you couldnât meet his eyes, nervous that perhaps youâve made him upset, but simon just took your hands on his â your small palms fitting snuggly against his gloved ones â and squeezed gently.
âyou donât have to apologize for anything, sweetheart,â simon replied, pulling you close until you were forced to tilt your head up to finally meet his gaze. you rove your eyes over his features, taking in the dimple of his cheeks as he gave you a smile, all boyish and breathtaking.
âdonât worry about it, yeah?â he asked before wrapping you in an embrace after seeing your hesitant nod.
heâs right, you know that. you shouldnât have worried about it at all, but simon had always loved his bike. had always loved the thrill of the ride; the way the wind whipped against his skin or how the sounds of the road are intensified even with his helmet. you knew it was an irreplaceable experience so of course you truly couldnât let go of his request.
it sat there on your mind every time he picked you up in his car, his harley tucked in the garage for the day. it curled around the crevices of your heart whenever simon kissed your temple before going out for a night ride with the boys.
âtake care, okay?â you would say.
âalways,â he would reply, kissing you on the lips again as though sealing his promise before pulling his helmet on and hopping onto his bike. heâd kiss the edges of his gloved knuckles where your initials lay then drive off.
it sat there in the pit of your stomach until one friday afternoon, you tugged onto his sleeve and whispered, âcan i hitch a ride?â
the smile on simonâs lips was blinding and you couldnât help the swoop of giddiness that filled you up when he snatched you from you stood, lifting you up before twirling you around the room.
âyou sure you want this?â he asks now, blinking down at you as you fiddle with the zippers of your leather jacket. you look at simon, watching as he twirls your helmet in his hands, and even through his balaclava you can see how his face is pinched in doubt.
(you still canât believe how simon had stowed away your very own helmet, murmuring how he got it as a valentines gift but decided to hide it when he saw just how hesitant you were when he made the offer.
âi was scared that if you saw i got you yâr own helmet, you wouldâve felt pressured to agree to ride with me,â simon whispered, rubbing a thumb at the visor before shooting you a small smile. âstop pouting, love. i know you well, after all.â)
ânever surer,â you say with a giggle before showing yourself off to him.
simon hums appreciatively, beautiful eyes narrowing in muted desire. âshould see you in leather more, sweet girl. look how beautiful you are.â
you playfully swat at his arm in your embarrassment before standing still when simon lifts the helmet in his hands with a quiet beckoning. you let him fit it on you, your hair gathered in one of his hands and the other gently sliding the helmet on your head. all throughout, you watch the way his eyes crinkle in delight, his touch so reverent, and it makes you choke on the intensity of your love for this beautiful man.
he taps at the top of your visor when he is done, then he is stepping away to prep himself for the ride.
âcâmere, sweetheart,â he says when he is done. âyâgot nothinâ to worry about, not wâme here.â
his words burn you, filling you up with encompassing warmth that tickles your cheeks and dips into your neck. you giggle as you shake off the last of your nerves before stepping close, hovering beside his harley, waiting for his instructions.
it wasnât long or complicated by any chance, but you can see simonâs cautiousness shining through and that eases up your own worries.
there are things for you to remember, he says, things that would ensure your safety and his. and you take him seriously, nodding when he points at his bike and tells you where to prop your feet up, where to sit, where to hold. then, he holds your hands and says that you call all the shots; that if you want to stop, to squeeze his shoulder three times and heâs pulling over.
âthis is all about you havinâ fun so donât push yârself, alright baby?â simon murmurs, ending his tirade.
then, he takes you for that promised ride.
you two planned to go to the park, just somewhere thatâs far enough from your place but still within the expansive stretch of the city roadâs smooth asphalt. he asked if you wouldâve preferred the beach, but that was a two hour ride and you truly couldnât handle anything that long. when you told him so, he laughed and kissed the top of your head and said, âthen iâve got the perfect place for you.â
the purr of the machine between your legs is unusual, if not a little bit weird. your grip on simonâs waist must be painful but you donât have it in you to loosen up, especially not when the speed kicks up to match the traffic. you bite down a squeal when he makes a turn towards the highway, your stomach flipping when you physically feel the bike leaning to your side, almost like itâd fall anytime soon.
of course it doesnât because simonâs a damn good driver but the adrenaline is coursing through you in waves, surprisingly dousing the fires of your anxiety and replacing it instead with a pooling elation because this feels so fucking good.
you donât even realize that your hands have loosened their hold onto simon, gripping just enough not to fall. you lift your head from where itâs pressed on his back, tilting just enough to see past his bulk and to take in the dizzying colours of the trickling dawn. the wind is cool even with your jacket, and even though your helmet and visor is obscuring your nose, you take a deep inhale.
fuck. you might just get addicted to this.
the next time that simon swerves to exit the highway, you no longer bite down your squeal, letting it instead rumble from your throat and into the air. simonâs shoulders shake and you realize that heâs laughing, high from your reaction. you couldnât help it but giggles flutter from your lips, full of the thrill of this experience.
the park comes to view soon and you pout, wanting to keep the drive going. but simon pulls over, parks, and only when the engine stops do you feel the numbness spreading through your legs.
âyou doinâ okay over there, sweetheart?â simon asks, remaining seated, unable to stand with you still holding onto him.
âmhmm!â you reply. âi canât stand up though.â
he barks out a laugh. âoh yeah. that might take a while.â he reaches behind him to rub at the sides of your thighs, massaging whatever he can reach.
you hum, rubbing your hand on his abdomen. âsâfine. âm not rushing.â you nuzzle your helmet on his back, falling into silence as you feel yourself unravel from the short experience. you breathe in deeply, the air fogging your visor, and say, âi loved that, si. thank you so much.â
simonâs hold on your thighs gain strength, squeezing gently. âof course, sweetheart.â you hear the happiness in his voice, breathless from his own rush of dopamine. âthank you for trusting me.â
âalways, baby,â you reply, squeezing him again, muffling your giggles when you heard his surprised wheeze at the action. âiâll always trust you.â
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Biker!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!reader
From the ask here
Fandom: Call of Duty
Character(s): Simon Riley, Reader
Summary: Seeing Simon on his motorcycle is something that awakens a new yearning inside you, but when you get your own bike and start riding alongside him, the way he gets you hot and bothered makes it worse. You need him to fuck you on his bike and you hope your plan will make it happen.
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The first time you ever saw Simon Riley perched atop his black motorcycle, in that moment some innate part of your brain was awakened and you were never the same. There was just something so incredibly erotic about the way those thick thighs straddled over the sides, the way his arms looked with their muscles bulging, straining his black short sleeved t-shirt wrapped around them as he leaned forward to reach the handlebars. Of course his helmet with the blacked out visor didnât hurt either, not when paired with his sleeve of tattoos. He was a vision even more than usual and you were suddenly hooked.Â
Then he took you for a ride along the open highway where he could really show you the power his bike had and that solidified your need to be involved in his hobby. Adrenaline, that was and still is Simonâs favorite part of being on the open road, his bike vibrating underneath him as the wind rushed past his body, and now that you had that first taste of it all, it was yours too.Â
Whatever you needed to do to keep getting to look at him like that, to keep feeling that rush, you were more than willing to do it.Â
Whenever he was on leave you two found yourselves on his bike, roaming the city on long night rides just to feel the wind on your skin and the rush of speed under your bodies. That was until he made an off-handed joke one day about getting you your own bike so that you could drive alongside him and then suddenly you were expressing how much you actually had been thinking about it. Sharing his hobby with someone, especially you, was something he has always wanted. To think you could experience the same thrills had him rushing to take you bike shopping the very next day so he could start teaching you.
You picked it all up relatively fast and before you knew it you had your license and regular drives have now become a part of your routine whenever your military man is in. Getting on the highway, opening the bike up as you go faster and faster, weaving through traffic with Simon always right by your side, there is something exhilarating about it all. And now you had the best view of that gorgeous specimen of a man.
Being able to see you on your own bike makes Simon have a taste of his own medicine because fuck did you look a goddamn beauty. Is this how you feel looking at him? The way it makes your back arch, full juicy arse just calling his name, has him salivating whenever he gets to see it. And he canât help what it causes him to do; itâs not his fault when you look the way you do. The first time he ever pulled his little stunt, a ritual of sorts that he has to engage in every time youâre out driving together, you had a hard time focusing on the road after.
Bringing his bike close beside yours, he reaches out and runs his hand over the curve of your ass, making sure that he does it long enough that the other motorists behind you both can see him claim his hot biker vixen as his. You belong to him and he wants everyone that can see to know it.
And fuck does it drive him wild and have you reeling every time.
This goes on for quite a while, and all the times heâs touched you while riding have conjured up a new fantasy of yours and you finally decide you have to do something about it. Lately youâve been thinking: what type of partner would you be if you didnât return the favor? Simon deserves to be just as flustered too, right? Itâs not because you need him to fuck you on his bike, nope, not all.Â
Is it strange? Maybe. Will he go for it? You arenât entirely sure, but one thing you do know is that you at least have to try. And if it works out, you know heâll enjoy it too. On one of the last few nights of his leave, you decide that youâve got nothing to lose and put your plan into motion.
âYou know, itâs been so long since you took me on a ride with you,â you put your case to him tonight. âLike we used to. Me on the back of your bike, wrapped around you tight, you speeding through the lanes with the wind rushing past us. Remember that? I used to get so excited to see you just so youâd take me out with you.â
Those hazel eyes stare back at you curiously; of course he remembers. Christ, how could he ever fucking forget? Still, itâs intriguing to him why you would be bringing this up now. âWhatâs got ya all nostalgic sweetheart, hmm?â he asks with a raise of his eyebrow. âYa donât like ridinâ beside me?â
You shrug, feigning nonchalance. âJust thought itâd be nice to be close to you again is all, since youâll be leaving soon,â you say as you bite your lip with a subtle coyness while you stare back at him with those tempting doe eyes that make him melt.
How can he say no to that? To his girl wanting to be near him? Absolutely fucking never.
âFuckinâ hell, baby,â he responds as he gets up while pointing towards the bedroom, âwell, go get dressed then. Canât say no to ya when ya look at me like that.â
Simon is already sitting on the bike out front ready to go when you emerge from the front door in a short skirt, tight tank top, and leather boots and once again he is reminded just how lucky he is to be with you. This just keeps getting better and better for the ol boy.Â
Climbing on the back and securing yourself around him, helmets on and visors down, Simon takes off into the night. He can feel the pressure from your hands wrapped tightly around his waist, pressing into his abs as you hold on, the warmth of your chest against his back, your thighs saddled up against his, and he wonders why you both donât do this more often.Â
The lights of the city sparkle around you, cutting through the evening like stars to illuminate your way as Simon drifts through the streets, making his way to the highway like he always does. Your heart is beginning to beat faster as you wait for the opportune moment to implement your plan and you silently hope that it works.Â
On the highway, weaving in and out of traffic, Simon detects the first signs of something happening behind him. The movement is subtle at first and he almost misses that both hands arenât pinned against his stomach anymore until he detects the warmth from your palm as it comes to rest on top of his thigh. He looks down through the visor of his helmet to where your hand lays as he wonders curiously to himself about the intentions of your actions.
Just what the hell is she up to? he thinks to himself as he turns his attention back onto the darkened road studded with streetlights.
The answer is quickly approaching as he feels your hand on the move again, now inching towards the middle of his broad thighs, moving and stopping, moving and stopping, to the crotch of his jeans and suddenly he understands just as you make first contact with the mass contained inside.Â
A shiver runs up Simonâs spine and you can feel his back shudder against your chest as you start to rub over the swell, your touches heavy and full of purpose. Over and over again your palm makes purchase with his crotch and you can feel the muscles in his back tense. A part of him wants to pull your hand off so that can refocus, but it feels too damn good to get you to quit. Fuck, the pressure from your hand and the vibration from the bike has him so hard he can barely see straight.Â
He needs to find some place to stop and fast; if heâs going to come in something it is not going to be his pants, itâs going to be you.Â
Up ahead he sees an exit fast approaching and he quickly transfers over to the lane and takes it, not having a plan, but hopeful that he will be able to find something satisfactory enough. Brown eyes dart from one side of the street to the other frantically searching for something, anything so that he can pull off. The sign for a large parking garage is illuminated just up ahead; itâll have to do. He wonât be able to focus for much longer; the pressure of your hand rubbing against his cock mixed with the vibrations from the bike leaves him gnawing at the bit with a need that he desperately has to satisfy. It wouldnât be safe to keep going, not with the way his limbs are starting to tingle.
Simon drives through the first couple of levels and is glad to see it relatively empty save for a few straggling cars spaced far apart. Perfect, that means no one will be around to disturb him until he has had his way with you. He continues on a couple of levels that are completely empty as he puts you both more in the middle of the structure just to be sure you will be all alone until finally he drives to the back of the garage and pulls into the shadow, parking the bike and shutting it off.Â
âHop off,â he says and you immediately do as you're told, taking off your helmet and straightening your skirt as you make it to your feet.
You stand there close to his thigh as he removes his helmet and sets it on the ground on the other side of the bike, running his fingers through his short hair to fluff it up from being crushed underneath. As he sits back up his tattooed arm quickly reaches out behind your head where he grabs your hair into a ponytail in his fist, keeping your head locked while his opposite hand palms around your waist as he leans in with a smirk across his lips and a glimmer in those coffee-colored eyes.Â
âWhatcha think youâre doinâ, sweetheart? Playinâ games, hmm?â he asks as he stares back into your face.
âI donât know,â you say with a shrug, your tone playful and coy. You know damn well what you are doing and he isnât dumb enough to think you donât.
He glares back at you skeptically. âRight.â
âWhat?â you dismiss him. âI thought you didnât mind a bit of touching when we ride? Always grabbing me; thought youâd enjoy a bit of fun.âÂ
There it is; this is payback for all the times heâs made his move while you were out cruising together. And fuck, has it worked to perfection.
Simon rips his hand from your waist and wraps it around your wrist so that he can pull your hand forward and place it right up against the stiffening peak straining against the zipper of his form fitting jeans.
âSo this is whatcha fuckinâ wanted, yeah?â he asks, breathiness in his gruff tone as your hand makes contact with the rigid bulge. âGettinâ me so fuckinâ hard I canât even be bothered ta wait till we get back home ta fuck ya?âÂ
Canât wait? Is he saying what you think heâs saying? God, you hope so. âWhat do you mean?â you ask, faking your ignorance as you rub your palm over the swell while maintaining eye contact. âWe arenât going home?â
A deep hum echoes through the atmosphere as he bites his bottom lip; youâve started something that canât be stopped now and the way your hand continues to stimulate him, he doesnât think you want it to anyway. âNo,â he says with a shake of his head, âya wanted to start all this on my bike, thatâs fine. Guess I deserve it. But nowâŠIâm gonna make damn sure I finish ya on it.â
As you stand there silently waiting to see what he does next, Simon shifts back in the seat and helps you climb back onto the bike, but facing him so that he can lay you over the fuel tank. He plants his feet firmly onto the ground to keep the setup steady and pulls your body down, those rough hands pushing your skirt up off your hips to your waist as he forces your legs open wider so he can get himself between them.Â
Thank God youâve worn something easy to get into. Or was that your plan all along? Doesnât really matter much now; heâs in.
Simon looks down and his eyes catch sight of a dark spot in the crotch of your panties. He presses his hand up against the mound of your cunt and the pressure makes you twitch, your back arching up off the tank as he feels what he had just suspected: youâre a little damp.
âSeems someoneâs already stirred up,â he comments as his hand releases the pressure only to press in tight all over again in a pattern that matches his increasing heart rate. âYa like it, donât ya baby? The way tha bike vibrates âtween your legs? Like the way it hums against ya âtill your clit is swollen?â
Simonâs hard-on throbs harshly against the zipper of his pants and into your naked thigh, tenting the fabric while he grinds it into the muscle as you wrap your legs around his hips; you have to hold on as you canât stop the way your body jerks the longer his touch prods against those sensitive lips. Just the pressure alone after the drive is enough to make you whimper inside your closed mouth.
âHave ya been thinkinâ âbout somethinâ like this? Me fuckinâ ya raw while youâre on this thing?â
Releasing his hand, he walks those long fingers over the top of your clothed pussy to the waistband of your panties so that he can slip them inside and back down to the moist slit waiting eagerly for their touch and there it is, the unmistakable sound of his breath hitching as his hand makes contact. God, you always feel so fucking good.Â
He uses his two middle fingers to part the lips of your slit and run them along the length to gather all the wetness he can on his digits so that once he finds your entrance he can easily slip up inside while the tip of his thumb nestles against your clit. Youâre very warm, nice and hot and soft against his fingertips and a pleasurable hum he gives in response to the feeling.
âYa know, I know why ya started ridinâ with me,â he says as you squirm. âI could see it in your eyes the second I pulled in to pick ya up that first time: ya like the way I look on my bike. Donât ya?â
Your silence is met with a heavy jab with the pad of his thumb to that sensitive little button, holding it down until you are forced to answer as he thrusts his fingers inside you up to the knuckle. Your body takes them in perfectly, gripping tight around the digits as you suck him in.Â
âYes,â you say in a whine and buck as his stocky fingers give you a nice starting stretch. âYouÂ
look so f-fucking hot on this thing that sometimes I d-donât know what to do with myself. Thatâs w-why I n-needâŠâ
âWhat do ya need, sweetheart?â he groans as he curls his rough fingers up against your G-spot as his thumb begins to stroke concise circles upon your clit. âUse your words.â
You swallow hard while breathing heavily out of your nose as you clamp your lips shut to stop from audibly crying out in ecstasy at that first contact he makes. âAh, ah, ah,â he scolds as he pins his thumb down hard again. âLet me fuckinâ hear ya. Ainât no one here âcept us.â
A desperate moan escapes your lips and echoes through the empty space as you let it all out. âI need you to f-fuck me on y-your b-bike,â you say as you vibrate under his skilled touch. âB-been daydreaming about it for a while. Didnât know if youâd want to, but Iâm desperate.â
Using a flick of his wrist, he begins to snap his fingers up into you faster and faster, those fingers vigorously working your cunt until your juices are starting to dribble down to collect on his palm and the sound of wet slaps reverberate off the concrete.Â
âAll ya had ta fuckinâ do was ask,â he says. âYa know Iâd do anythinâ for ya, luv; my pretty girl always gets what she wants.â
You look so beautiful sprawled over his bike like this, disheveled skirt shoved up to your ribs, his hand plunged into the front of your panties so that they are stretched tight around your hips ready to rip, back arching as he again strikes right at the exact point of pleasure, tiny beads of sweat sparkling over the exposed parts of your flesh as you burn for him in the warm night air. Itâs an image heâs gonna have committed to memory; every time he rides now he will remember the gorgeous mess he made of you.
If he thought he liked his bike before, it is nothing compared to how he will feel after fucking you on it.
Minute after minute each stroke draws you near that razorâs edge and threatens to violently throw you off. Your walls are fluttering around his fingers as they swell and become engorged the closer you get. Simon knows that it wonât be long now and his pulse races to feel it, that moment you come. But not like this, oh no.
He has still been chomping at the bit to relieve the pressure throbbing between his legs and now that he is sure you are ready for it, he isnât going to waste time. Youâre still in public after all, he doesnât need this to end before youâve both gotten off. Amidst your whimpered protests to keep going, that you are almost there, he pulls his fingers out of you with a squelch, your lubrication dripping along his fingers and glistening in the harsh lighting inside the garage.Â
You lean your head up as Simon pulls his fingers apart to watch the sticky fluid string between them before he brings them to his mouth and rams them into his lips to lick them clean, taking care of the mess heâs created from his touch. Just a taste to sait him, as if his face isnât going to be plastered between those thighs later as he replays the memory of what happened here.
The sight of him sucking the lubrication off his fingers has you gasping for air. How can someone look so perfect doing something so filthy? You need him, bad. âPlease,â you beg with a needy whine in your voice, âI want you inside me.â
Those words are like striking a match near a gas leak; suddenly he is scrambling to move as fast as possible. Feverish hands are clawing at clothing at breakneck speeds as his flesh begs to connect with yours and complete this union. âYa can shoot me dead if I ever say no to that,â he growls as he moves.Â
Time is of the essence and so he quickly rips the soaked crotch of your panties to the side, securing them against your thigh and out of his way as his free hand ruthlessly yanks at the button on his pants to get it undone before he wrenches down the zipper and releases his cock that is throbbing and aching with his rapid heartbeat.Â
âGotta make this quick, yeah?â he groans as the caress from his hand over the tip is almost too sensitive to handle. Heâs falling fast. âDonât want no one seeinâ ya like this âcept me.â
Leaning down, he places a brief, heated kiss with his warm lips to the exposed skin near your belly button before he has you sitting up so that he can get at those lips he yearns to feel against him as he enters you. The threads of your panties are beginning to snap as he holds the fabric out of his way so he can move his hips in as he aligns the head of his cock with that dripping, aching hole.Â
Eyes closed and acting off of pure impulse and adrenaline alone, he mutters a rushed âBreatheâ into your open mouth as a warning while his fingertips dig into the meat of your hips. The tip prods the opening before it pushes through and slides up inside, the rest following behind in one steady, fluid motion until he reaches the base and there is no more to shove inside you.
Simon shudders at the overwhelming euphoria hitting him all at once and now heâs burning from the inside out, his bulky chest taut with each heavy breath that he releases between kisses as the feeling of you wrapped tightly around his phallus drowns out everything else that surrounds him.Â
You throw your head back, breaking the kiss to cry out as you are filled to the brim, being stretched to capacity with all he has to give. His hand grabs at the back of your head so that his lips can shoot back to yours as a tether to help you calm until your body can be allowed a little time to adjust; heâs not exactly small by any means of the word.Â
Itâs a few seconds before he releases your mouth as he starts to thrust, trying to go slow at first even though he is eager for more. Hips rolling at a steady pace now he pulls back to watch himself pump in and out of you. âLook,â he says in a breathless growl as the hand on the back of your head directs your eyeline down in between your bodies. âThis what ya been fuckinâ fantasizinâ âbout? I think it looks even prettier on my bike.â
The way his swollen, veiny cock disappears as it slides up into you is mesmerizing. You can feel it but still seeing it has you questioningâŠwhere does it all fit?Â
He keeps you close as he picks up the pace until the sound of slapping skin against skin fills the silent space. Panting into your face with mouth open, chest heaving up and down with laborious breaths, Simon puts more into his thrusts so that even the bike itself begins to rock with you from the force. The longer he goes the more feral he gets, relinquishing any hold he had on his sanity for as long as he gets to have his body stay fitting so nicely into your cunt.
Itâs building, the warmth in the pit of your stomach is gathering steadily as the epinephrine releases all those euphoric chemicals into your bloodstream. The risky nature of your endeavor, the stimulation heâs already produced with his fingers, the fulfilling of your fantasy, it all works together to fuel your passion and his strong thrusts have you ready to spill over the edge at any second.
Simon keeps his pace even as he is now struggling to keep it together. The excitement has gotten to him too so that if he lets himself lose control he is going to come and he canât have that, not until you have. With each passing second, each pound of that deadly appendage inside you gets more and more desperate, until he finally hears those sweet, sweet words that make his heart skip a beat.
âDonât stop, baby,â you beg, your voice cracking with desperation as you try to keep your volume at a reasonable level while he slams into you again. âSo c-closeâŠâ
âCome for me, baby, thatâs it,â he coaxes desperately through gritted teeth as he strains to hold on a little longer. Just a little bit more and youâll finish and he can let go. Â
Thatâs when an idea is thrust into his brain and he knows what he needs to do to bring this full fucking circle for the both of you; complete the fantasy and give you even more to dream about for later. Simon moves over top of you to force you back until you find yourself against the fuel tank again.
Reaching above your head, he cranks the key and restarts the engine. The motorcycle roars to life, filling the garage with its sound, and begins to vibrate until it is pulsating through his body as he thrusts into you harder and harder. Itâs like having your own living dildo that only intensifies the stimulation the longer he plunges into your dripping hole; a few more seconds of this and you will be coming on his cock.
And then he revvs the engine⊠Â
The stimulation is too much and suddenly you are forcibly thrown over that precipice as you come with such force, like a hot flash of white light, that your thighs clamp down around his hips as your head falls back. You cry out in choking gasps as your orgasm tears through you; so strong that you are shaking. Your walls are fluttering sporadically around his cock as your hips buck against him unrelentingly and he canât hold back any longer.Â
âWhere do ya want me?â he pleads as his fingertips claw at your hips, stabbing harshly into the muscle as he holds on for you to answer; he is about to blow.
âIn me, in me,â you whine as you clamp your legs down hard to keep him in. What else were you on birth control for other than this?Â
He jerks violently as your pussy continues to flutter around him, making his limbs numb from the pleasure, and with a loud groan that is akin to the bellow of a wild beast, the pressure building at the base of his spine finally reaching its peak and he falls over the edge as he lets it go. His hips never stop, slamming into you as the thick, warm fluid coats the inside of your pussy.
âFuckinâ hell, luv,â he repeats as he shuts off the engine while he milks himself dry, his thrusts slowing down after a few seconds until they stop all together and he stays with his cock still buried inside you to let your body finish off the rest.
An unknown amount of time passes as your unsteady breathing slowly returns to a more tolerable rhythm, all the while Simon just sits there admiring the products of his labor: the beautiful flush in your cheeks and the contented, glazed look in your eyes, until he can find his voice again once his heartbeat has settled.
âYa know, Iâve gotten plenty a compliments about my bike, but I gotta say that youâre the prettiest fuckinâ thing Iâve ever rode, sweetheart,â he says as he pulls you in by the back of your head to press another breathless kiss onto your lips.
It is torture having to pull out of you, but even he isnât delusional enough anymore to think that you can just stay like this for much longer. Youâll have to go soon and he needs to help you to redress as your legs are shaking uncontrollably. Thereâs no way in hell someone hasnât heard the noise youâd been making.
âWas it everythinâ ya hoped?â he asks with a contented smile as he carefully moves you off the bike to your feet so that he can readjust your panties and pull down your skirt back around your hips.
You match his expression through the hazy afterglow of your ecstasy as he finishes you up and gets himself situated. A pretty sizable wet stain darkens the middle of his jeans, but he doesnât pay it any mind; a risk of a good fucking time, thatâs all.
âBetter,â you murmur, satisfied.
Bringing his hand up he cups it against your cheek a second before he combs his fingers through your hair until he reaches the back of your head where he holds them wrapped in the strands. Thereâs one final thing he has to do before you get going and that is to give you one last kiss as praise for doing so well for him. With how strung out you still are from your orgasm, the gentleness of it makes your knees weak.
âNow how âbout we get back so we can go for round two?â he smirks against your mouth as he pulls away. âWe can pretend Iâm your bike and ya can show me how well I taught ya to ride.â
He gets you situated on the back of the bike, helmets and all, and restarts the engine. It bursts to life and that familiar vibration makes you squeeze your thighs together all over again. Simon smirks to himself before he turns to you with the visor still pulled up. He opens yours and leans in. âKeep your thighs tight. I want ya ta keep all that inside til we get back. I got plans to watch it leak out; I think Iâve earned it.â
With a mischievous chuckle, he closes your visor and his and takes off back out of the garage and into the cool night air. Good thing it isnât far back to the house from hereâŠif Simon doesnât plan to take a detour first.
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