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Sukuna was standing by the kitchen table, sipping on his red solo cup as he surveyed the crowded room. It was a typical house party - loud music thumping through the walls, people laughing and shouting over each other, the air thick with the scent of booze and sweat. He wasn't really here to socialise though; he'd come alone, preferring to keep to himself. Satoru had invited him and he just didn't have patience to deal with his annoying persistence.
As he took another swig, his gaze drifted across the room, landing on a familiar face. A scowl immediately twisted his features. There she was, the woman who'd been a constant thorn in his side lately. The one he couldn't seem to shake off, no matter how hard he tried.
She was talking and laughing with a group of friends, her eyes sparkling with mirth. For a moment, Sukuna almost forgot about the animosity between them. Almost.
Sukuna watched her from afar, his jaw clenched tight. He hated seeing her so carefree, so happy without him. It made something inside him twist painfully. She glanced up suddenly, their gazes colliding. Her smile faltered before disappearing entirely, replaced by a look of annoyance.
Rolling her eyes, she turned back to her friends, deliberately ignoring him. But Sukuna could tell she was rattled by his presence. Good. He wanted her to feel uncomfortable.
He drained the rest of his drink and set the glass down heavily on the bar. Then, squaring his shoulders, he strode purposefully towards her. People parted around him like water, sensing the barely restrained anger radiating off him.
"Well well," he drawled as he approached, his voice low and dangerous. "Look what the cat dragged in."
A shiver ran down her spine as Sukuna's deep, menacing tone went over her. She could sense the raw aggression emanating from him, and it sent a thrill of fear mixed with excitement coursing through her veins.
Despite the animosity between them, she couldn't deny the intense attraction that always seemed to simmer just beneath the surface whenever they were in close proximity. It was infuriating and thrilling all at once.
"Can I help you?" she asked coolly, trying to mask the nervous tremor in her voice. She crossed her arms over her chest, a defensive gesture that belied the fluttering pulse in her throat.
Sukuna loomed over her, his towering frame casting a shadow that enveloped her.
Sukuna's eyes narrowed as he towered over her, drinking in the sight of her defensively posed body. The way her arms crossed over her breasts, the slight quiver in her voice... it only served to stoke the flames of his irritation and lust.
"Oh, I think you can," he growled, reaching out to grab her chin roughly and tilt her face up to meet his glare. His thumb brushed against her lower lip, sending a jolt of electricity straight to his “little (not so little) friend”.
"we need to talk..."
His grip on her chin tightened as he leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning over her skin. "About how you can't seem to stay away from me, even when we're both trying to hate each other's guts."
The music pulsed around them, but all Sukuna could hear was the rapid beat of her heart under his palm.
Her heart pounded in her chest, the steady rhythm echoing in her ears as he held her captive with nothing more than a searing glare. His words cut through the haze of alcohol and noise, sinking into her like a cold blade. She swallowed hard, her mouth going dry as she stared up at him.
"I don't know what you're talking about,"
A flush crept up her neck, spreading across her cheeks as she fought to suppress the urge to lean into his touch. The heat radiating from his hand seared through the thin fabric of her dress, setting every nerve ending alight.
"But if you think this changes things..." She jerked her chin free from his grasp, stepping back to create some distance between them. "It doesn't."
Sukuna's lips curled into a sneer as she pulled away, but the fire in his eyes told a different story. He knew better than anyone that their mutual hatred was just a thinly veiled excuse for the intense desire that always threatened to consume them.
"You're right," he agreed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Nothing's changed. We still can't stand each other."
He took a step closer, crowding her space again until she had nowhere left to retreat. "But that doesn't stop us from wanting each other, does it?"
Sukuna's words hung heavy in the air, a bitter truth that neither of them could deny. She glared up at him, her eyes flashing with anger and resentment.
"That's where you're wrong," she spat, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "I don't want you. Not anymore. I'm done with your games, your manipulation."
She tried to push past him, desperate to escape the suffocating tension that crackled between them like static electricity. But Sukuna grabbed her arm, yanking her back against his solid chest.
"Not so fast," he snarled, his breath hot against her ear. "You may say you don't want me, but your body tells a different story."
Sukuna tightened his grip on her arm, his fingers digging into her flesh as he held her in place. "You can try to resist all you want, but we both know you won't be long until I'm in your guts again," he whispered harshly into her ear.
With a final smirk, he released her, allowing her to spin around and storm off. As much as he despised her stubbornness, there was an undeniable thrill in chasing after her. The chase was half the fun, after all.
Keeping a safe distance behind her, he followed her through the crowded house, down the hall to the bathroom. He waited outside for a few minutes, listening to the muffled sound of running water. When it finally shut off, he slipped inside unnoticed.
She was bent over the sink, splashing water on her flushed face. He locked the door behind him with a soft click, making her whirl around in surprise.
"What the hell are you doing? Get out!" she yelled, pointing an accusing finger at the door.
Sukuna smirked, leaning casually against the wall. "Not until we finish this little chat first."
He chuckled darkly as she attempted to brush past him, but he easily blocked her path, his broad shoulder pressing against the doorframe. "Oh, I don't think so," he said, his voice low and unyielding.
She tried to shove him aside, but he stood firm, his muscles coiling with restrained power. "Sukuna stop being so fucking annoying for once, oh my GOD!"
Her desperation only fueled his amusement. He reached out, curling a strand of damp hair around his finger as he tugged her closer. "Why so eager to get rid of me?"
His other hand found her hip, gripping it possessively as he pulled her flush against his chest. "Don't pretend you don't want this, too-
Interrupting him, a strong slap cracked against Sukuna's cheek, the sharp sting igniting a primal surge within him. He looked at her, eyes blazing with a mix of pain and fury.
"What the ?? ,,, what the fuck ???,, you're such an insufferable bitch" he hissed while her chest was heaving with ragged breaths. "Touch me again and I'll..."
But before he could even think of finishing his threat, she slammed her mouth against his in a brutal kiss. Her teeth scraped against his lower lip, demanding entrance. He groaned, surrendering to the ferocity of her passion.
Their tongues clashed in a frenzied dance, tasting the salt of her tears and the bitter tang of defiance. His hands roamed her curves, squeezing and moulding her to his will.
Her fingers frantically flew to work, tearing at the buttons of his shirt with impatient haste. The fabric parted easily, revealing a landscape of chiselled muscle and taut skin. She dragged her lips down his chest, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh as she went.
Sukuna's head fell back with a guttural moan as her lips trailed fire across his torso. His hands delved into her hair, fisting the silky strands as he guided her downward.
"Fuck, yes," he growled, his hips bucking involuntarily as her teeth grazed a particularly sensitive spot. "Keep going, baby."
She didn't need further encouragement. With a hunger that bordered on starvation, she dropped to her knees before him, her hands already working on the buckle of his belt. The air was thick with tension as she freed his straining erection, her gaze locking onto its imposing length.
Without preamble, she engulfed him in the warm embrace of her mouth, her tongue swirling around the throbbing head as she took him deeper.
She bobbed her head, taking him inch by inch until he hit the back of her throat. Her eyes watered, but she refused to relent, determined to take all of him. One hand gripped the base of his shaft while the other massaged his heavy balls.
Sukuna's grip on her hair tightened, his hips rocking in shallow thrusts as he savoured the slick heat of her mouth. "That's it, just like that," he praised gruffly, his voice slightly strained with pleasure.
She hummed around him, the vibrations sending shockwaves straight to his core.
Sukuna let out a string of curses as she took him deeper, her throat clenching around his length. He was dangerously close to release, but he wanted to draw this out, savour every second of her skilled ministrations.
He grasped her hair tighter, pulling sharply as he began to fuck her mouth. His hips snapped forward, driving himself to the back of her throat over and over again. "Shit...you're gonna make me cum," he warned, his voice hoarse with lust.
As if to emphasise his point, his cock twitched violently in her mouth, signalling his imminent release.
Just as Sukuna teetered on the brink, she suddenly pulled back, releasing his throbbing member from the warmth of her mouth with a wet pop. She gazed up at him, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of triumph and challenge.
"Not yet," she panted, her chest heaving. "I'm not done with you."
Before Sukuna could protest, she dropped to her knees once more, her small hands wrapping around his shaft as she stroked him firmly. Her tongue darted out, lapping at the precum beading at the tip, adding another layer of stimulation.
Sukuna groaned, his head falling back against the wall as he fought to maintain control. "Fuck, you're playing with fire," he warned, his voice a low growl. "If you keep that up, I won't be able to hold back."
She merely smirked up at him, relishing the power she held over him. "Maybe I don't want you to hold back," she taunted, giving him a slow lick from root to tip.
Her hand continued its steady rhythm, twisting and pumping as she brought him to the precipice once more. This time, when she sensed he was about to erupt, she backed away completely, rising to her feet with a wicked grin.
Sukuna snarled, his patience wearing thin. In one swift motion, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, slamming her back against the wall. His body pressed against hers, trapping her between the cold tiles and his heated flesh.
"You're asking for trouble," he growled, his breath hot against her neck. "Keep pushing me and I'll give you exactly what you deserve."
His free hand slid beneath her skirt, roughly palming her sex through the damp fabric of her panties. She gasped, arching into his touch despite herself. He rubbed her harder, feeling the evidence of her arousal seep through the thin barrier.
"Is this what you want?" he purred, his fingers dipping beneath the elastic to stroke her slick folds directly. "To be taken hard and fast, right here where anyone could walk in and see us?"
She writhed against him, torn between the desire to escape his maddening touch and the overwhelming urge to surrender to his dominance. Her resolve wavered as his fingers probed her most intimate places, stoking the flames of her arousal higher.
"I hate you," she whimpered, even as her hips bucked shamelessly into his hand. "I hate how much I want you."
Sukuna chuckled darkly, his teeth grazing the shell of her ear. "Liar," he accused, his thumb circling her swollen clit. "Your body doesn't lie."
With a deft movement, he pushed her panties to the side, baring her to his hungry gaze. Two fingers plunged deep inside her, stretching her walls and drawing a strangled cry from her lips.
Sukuna watched intently as his fingers pumped in and out of her, revelling in the way her inner muscles clenched around him. He curled his digits, rubbing against a sensitive spot that made her tremble and gasp.
"That's it, baby," he coaxed, his voice a low rumble. "Take my fingers like a good girl. Show me how much you need to be filled."
He added a third finger, scissoring them to stretch her wider. Her juices coated his hand, easing the way as he fucked into her with increasing depth and speed. The sound of their harsh breathing and the squelch of her arousal filled the room.
Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers, leaving her empty and aching. Before she could protest, he spun her around and bent her over the nearest surface - the bathroom sink, its marble edge cool against her flushed skin.
She braced herself against the sink, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the edges tightly. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, her entire being focused solely on the promise of his possession.
The rustle of clothing reached her ears, when she finally felt the broad head of his cock nudging insistently at her entrance. "Please, kuna" she begged, unable to hide the desperation in her tone. "Stop teasing me and just fuck me already."
Sukuna chuckled, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "Such a greedy little thing," he admonished, even as he complied with her demand.
In one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, stretching her impossibly wide around his thick girth.
Sukuna groaned at the exquisite sensation of her tight heat enveloping him, her walls fluttering around his pulsing length. He paused for a moment, savouring the feeling, before beginning to move.
Each powerful stroke drove him deeper, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the bathroom. He set a relentless pace, pounding into her with primal intensity as he claimed her body as his own.
One hand left her hip to wrap around her throat, applying gentle pressure as he fucked her harder, faster. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he rasped, his voice a husky growl. "To be used, filled, owned?"
His words were punctuated by the slap of his hips against her ass, the force jolting her forward with each thrust.
Tears of pleasure pricked at the corners of her eyes as he ravaged her, the sheer force of his passion threatening to overwhelm her senses. Each deep plunge of his cock sent shockwaves rippling through her, building the tension coiled within her core.
"yea-hh" she cried out, the word torn from her throat as she arched back into him. "noo nooo~~ i hate how you make me f-feel~~ kuna~!"
Her nails raked across the smooth marble countertop, seeking purchase amidst the maelstrom of sensations. Every nerve ending seemed to come alive under his onslaught, her entire being centred on the place where they joined.
The hand around her throat tightened fractionally, cutting off her air supply just enough to heighten the experience. Darkness crept into the edges of her vision, the lack of oxygen mingling with the intense pleasure to create an intoxicating cocktail.
"That's right, scream for me," Sukuna demanded, his grip on her throat tightening further. "Let everyone know who you belong to."
His hips snapped forward with renewed vigour, the angle allowing him to hit that special spot inside her with every thrust. He could feel her trembling, teetering on the brink of ecstasy, and he knew she was close.
Reaching around with his free hand, he found her clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in time with his movements. "Come on, baby," he urged, his voice a low purr. "Let go for me. I want to feel you fall apart on my cock."
He increased the pressure on her throat, the edges of his vision blurring as his own release approached.
He felt her pussy clench around him, milking his throbbing cock breaking the small thread of control he had over himself as his fingers dug into her throat. With a guttural roar, he buried himself to the hilt and exploded, his seed jetting deep into her.
After a few moments, She collapsed against the sink, panting heavily, her legs barely able to support her weight while Sukuna pulled out, watching with satisfaction as his cum leaked from her well-used hole. He gathered some of it on his fingers and brought it to her lips, smearing it across them with his thumb.
"Open up," he commanded, his eyes dark with lust. He looked down at her, a smug satisfaction in his eyes., his chest still heaving with exertion. "Clean yourself off."
She parted her lips obediently, accepting his cum-coated fingers into her mouth. The taste was salty and musky, a potent reminder of what had just transpired between them. As instructed, she swirled her tongue around the digit, licking clean every trace of their joining.
When he withdrew, she let out a soft hum of approval, her tongue darting out to catch the last drop of his essence on her lower lip. She gazed up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, a sultry smile playing on her lips.
Sukuna quickly adjusted his clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he took in her flushed cheeks and dishevelled appearance.
"Until next time, then," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving her standing there, trying to regain her composure.
She stared after him, her heart pounding in her chest. It was always the same - the thrill of the chase, the excitement of the conquest, and then the cold indifference that followed. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help herself. She was drawn to him like a moth to a flame, despite the fact that he treated her like nothing more than a disposable plaything.
But she wasn't a child anymore. She was a grown woman, capable of making her own decisions, even if those decisions weren't always wise. And so, she stood there, alone in the bathroom, used again.