wainawtmai

[wainawtmai]

toxic situationship!sukuna who is so bad for you but fucks you so good.

He rarely ever responds to your messages or calls, gives half-assed nonchalant responses when he does, and could care less about you or your wellbeing outside of when he’s fucking you.

Every time you think of dropping him, think of blocking him once and for all and ending this whole bad acid trip of a relationship, you get a singular message with the address of an always random and always luxury hotel.

It goes the same way every time, you stare at the message, questioning whether you should just ignore it and this whole fucked-up endeavor…before deciding that it’d be better to end it all in person, to stand your ground and tell him to his face that you’re 100% done with him.

….

“Louder, I can’t hear you.” His voice is an effortless demand, and you don’t have any room to deny it when he’s fucking his too-big cock into you without a shred of remorse. You can see your face in the bathroom mirror, tears escaping your eyes, your lipstick smudged and ruined from when he used your mouth prior.

Each thrust presses you harder into the cool marble sink, and instead of uncomfortable it feels exhilarating paired with his hand curled possessively around your throat.

“’m sorry for saying I w-want to leave.” You slur between moans, “I’m yours.” You can’t even remember what you’d said when you first got here, what had it been fifteen minutes? An hour? The concept of time seemed to blur as your mind did, absolutely gone from the feeling of his cock filling you up in a way that you didn’t think anyone else ever could.

“That’s right,” You could see his smirk in the mirror as his hand tightened around your neck. “Who else can fill this greedy pussy like I do?”

You don’t respond, your eyes lulling close as you succumb to the pleasure, moaning and whimpering like the pathetic cocksleeve he wanted you to be. Sukuna’s hand moves from your neck to the top of your head, tugging at your hair with a force that has you groaning and clenching around him. “Be good and answer me when I’m talking to you.”

You stammer out an apology struggling to ignore the onslaught of feelings that make you tremble: the slight sting of the slap of his hips against your ass, your throbbing clit that is begging for attention you know he won’t give it, the new shocks that his tight grip on your hair sends throughout your body as he tugs on it between each thrust. You swallow your moans, “Mmno o-one.”

“And you take me so fucking well.” He grunts, each word punctuated by a sharp, wet thrust. “I’m starting to think you act like a brat on purpose so I fuck you stupid, huh?”

…

You eventually do end up blocking him, because you can’t think with your pussy forever. You even snag a date with a nice guy.

But Sukuna somehow finds a way to be there in his place, giving you a quick warning before dragging you to his posh car and fucking you into the backseat with your face pressed against the tinted window.

“Why don’t you call him?” He remarks, you can hear the devilish grin on his lips as he fucks you, “Tell him to come see you all spread out. That’ll teach you a lesson.”

You think frantically that he’s bluffing as you stifle your moans, but then he has you sitting on his lap, fucking his cock up into you with your phone in hand and your date on speaker. He levels you with a glare that renders you completely undone, as you moan into the phone, crooning to your date that you can’t make it tonight because ‘you’re too busy being used’.

When you come with a swipe of his thumb along your clit, damn near passing out from the force of your orgasm as you squirt all over his cock, he utters sweet praises, gripping your chin firmly with his free hand, “Don’t let this happen again, understand?”

You give a delirious, fucked-out nod.