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the kitchen is silent, except for the occasional buzzing of overhead fan that quietly drones off. steps across the slightly sticky tiled floor bounce back with a small noise, and compared to the rest of the silence, stood out.
everyone in the house was asleep— knocked out cold after a night overflowing with noise, drinking, and reckless partying.
who could blame them? after what seemed like the longest, stressful, most dreadful semester it was what everybody needed. a night to unwind and finally have some sort of release after the hell of what was their and your exams.
so you and your big friend group had no better idea than to have a wonderful little sleepover "reunion" to celebrate the start of spring break.
sleepovers that now ended up with your friends all passed out drunk— and having to listen to shoko and utahime snore incessantly, too far gone, while also conveniently using you as their big body pillow in the guest room.
you loved the girls, but you weren't sure how longer you could keep this up.
running on what, two, three hours of sleep from the night before? you were hoping, no, praying you'd be asleep by now. but the drinks just made you groggy and irritable and now it was definitely past midnight and you just had to have a disgustingly painful headache right about now.
you rubbed your forehead, trying to not hit shoko who made your arm her own personal headrest.
it took you a while to try and maneuvered out the bed without waking the girls, but after a good minute you were successful. you were practically stumbling down to the kitchen across the hall in hopes to find water, or advil, or just anything that'll put you back to bed and make you wake up less… terrible. well, your hopes worked and there was definitely something awaiting you.
ryomen sukuna.
shirtless. yes, shirtless. hands slumped over the counter, head thrown back— his muscular back adorned with dark tattoos basically gleamed under the kitchen's dim lights. clad only in his loose gray sweats, they hung deliciously low on his hips. his deep, carved v lines trailing down to his pelvis.strands of his rich-colored hair fell weakly right on his raven undercut. each muscle on his back was rigid, firm and exceptionally sculpted. god, looking at him might have been the same as looking at a statue of a greek god.
his arms were pushing back down on the counter, palms flat, casually flexing his triceps that you just couldn't keep your eyes off. he let out a groan—low with that undistinguishable deepness. you stood in the doorway entering the kitchen, leaning slightly on the door frame. did he notice you yet? would it be a crime to stare? his head tilted to the side, revealing those venetian red eyes that wandered around the room until he caught the sight of you, staring.
"holy fuck!" sukuna startled backwards, catching himself on the corner of the counter. he quickly lowered his voice again, hoping that his shock didn't wake anyone else in the house up. "shit. it's just you."
ryomen sukuna.
your ex.
"'m sorry." his words came out as nothing more than a grumble, body finally relaxing. "you scared me. its fuckin' late, didn't think anybody else was up.
"gosh… i'm sorry. i didn't mean to startle you." your face brightened with a light shade of red, flushing with embarrassment from the encounter. "i had no clue either —what time is it anyways?" it couldn't have been any later than midnight, you thought, it was just another restless night for you. you know, like the way you get after a big outing with your friends.
"3am."
"ah…"
it was not in fact just no later than midnight. but it was a good 3 hours past it instead.
"can't sleep?" his eyes met yours, sending that familiar pang of thrill down your spine as they lazily mapped out your face.
you nodded, trying your best not to cower under his gaze. "yep. i don't know, my head is just killing me right now. i thought i'd be out by now anyways."
"me neither. its so fucking hot in the living room, i don't know how the other guys do it. all we have is a puny box fan that they keep turning to themselves and away from ME. and you know satoru? he fucking snores! i swear, i was about to shove my blanket straight down his throat." sukuna cursed under his breath."yeah." he leaned into the marble counter, resting his weight on one of his arms as he looked off to the side. "me neither."
"ryo… shh.." you laughed softly, bringing your index to your lips in hopes to shush him. "you're so loud."
"shit, you're right." he soothed just a bit, staring back at the entrance to the living room. "but seriously. i hope he knows how fuckin' annoying it is to hear him—poor suguru, probably has to hear that shit every night rooming with him."
"no rightt? shoko said she's gonna have to check utahime for like… sleep apnea or some shit— all from the way she snores. i have no clue how she's way asleep now, guess she got used to it. probably the same with sugu.
sukuna grinned. "they really haven't changed much, haven't they?"
you mirrored his smile. "yeah. totally."
the silence between you was filled with a tension that felt electric, yet comforting in your sleepless haze. maybe it wasn't so bad after all. maybe you could bare the awkwardness.
he let out a sharp exhale. "you wanna drink?"
"ah fuck. my head already hurts. bad idea , ryo."
"you'll end up feeling worse anyways. you'll still feel like shit, just in the morning. aren't i right?"
"your logic is shit." voice carrying on a bit of your laughter. "sure then."
"knew you'd say yes." sukuna reached for the white cupboard above the counter on the wall, searching around for the goods gojo always kept hidden for late nights. " i know where he puts all the good stuff. this one's perfect." he pulled out a deep amber colored brandy, pouring the strong liquor into a glass he took out as well—lolling the alcohol around in the bottle.
the man slid the other glass to you, nodding his head indicating you to take a sip. you took the liquid quick down your throat, letting that smooth, delicately sweet flavor take over your mouth . you watched as sukuna swiped his tongue over the rim of the small glass before drinking it down in one gulp, eyes meeting yours as a result of your staring.
"thanks, ryo." your eyes remained on his, smile straight and soft. the man gave you that classically unreadable nod in return.
"hey." he placed the container on the counter with a soft clink! "fuck… s'weird to say, but i'm glad someone else is up too. felt like hell just standing and staring."
swiping down the glass from your lips, you smiled, eyes peering off to the side. "yeah. guess my stress really wants its way into my spring break."
"oh—you know who seems really fucking stressed?" voice full of that consistent playful annoyance. "fushiguro. no clue what the fuck went on with him, but i'd hate to be him."
stifling a quite disruptive laugh, you brought your hand to your mouth. "shit, you're right. what was it he was complaining about? something about like… online.. uh—"
"online gambling!" sukuna said quite loudly which was received by you harshly shushing him a second time. " i swear, digs himself into that problem himself, and goes off about it for half an hour. it felt like hours just listening to him. seriously, i couldn't take it anymore!"
"i know." you rolled the glass absently in your hands. "i mean, whatever gets it off his mind, i guess. he seemed to get pretty fucked up tonight."
"yeah, because satoru's smart ass thought it was a good idea to pour half the bottle of vodka and whatever else he found in the cabinet straight into his mouth." he sneered. "makes me fucking sick thinking about it."
"i love that idiot, but he really doesn't think. well—i think he does, and this is his messed up version of fun." your comment received a snort of sukuna's end.
"how are you and him? toji—i mean, anyways?"
"…huh?"
well, you definitely talked to fushiguro tonight. you know, the simple catching-up every friend had. but it wasn't like that— he gave you his attention and you gave him yours. or at least that's what happened to you, anyways.
"the fuck you mean huh?" sukuna scoffed, raising his tone. "i don't know, it just looked like you seemed occupied with him tonight."
your brows pinched together. "what? i was just talking to him. we're adults. we're friends. what does it even matter to you, ryo?"
his posture tightened, overtaken by discomfort. "god, i was just fucking wondering." he fidgeted on his temples, looking like he was trying to ward off a headache. "what we had is over, okay? if doesn't matter to me. not anymore."
cursing under your breath, your eyes darted off to the side, unable to look at him properly without cringing .the silence that once filled the room now buzzed with that pulsing tension of annoyance. you could practically feel your, and probably his, patience running thin quick.
"ryo… are you jealous or something?"
that.
that's what probably set him off.
a stupidly ignorant little phrase that just slithered off your silly tongue.
"don't even fucking start."
"are you FUCKING kidding me?" you almost lunged at him, stepping forward to limit the space between your faces. "you started this. you literally fucking asked first. can you try not being a dick for once?"
sukuna threw his hands up defensively, "oh it's just me now?" he turned his nose up at you. "jeez, i guess i couldn't tell wether you were talking to him or me."
"sukuna. what the hell are you talking about?"
"you know what the hell i'm talking about."
you grit your teeth. you didn't know how much more of it you could take. body tense, it was like you couldn't even keep still.
"don't fucking play dumb." he inched closer to you, feeling his breath in an unorthodox proximity. "i know how you look at me, i fucking notice it. every. single. time."
"what—"
"shut the fuck up." his voice lowered, so much that it nearly frightened you. "how are you supposed to explain acting all fucking flirty with him, just to look in my direction? using him as a pawn in your fucking game is shitty, should've expected it from your ass."
your face burned an embarrassing shade of pink, which was genuinely more rooted in your anger. "jesus. can you stop being a self-centered asshole for once?" you jabbed a perfectly manicured finger right at his neck in a cutthroat (literally) fashion. "sorry." you said in a mocking tone. "guess i can't be as over with us as you are apparently."
sukuna grabbed your wrist with a surprising amount of force, practically ripping your hand off of him. "oh yeah. don't give me that shit. was that lame excuse of a skirt really that hard to adjust? or did you just like showing off in front of me, huh? you're such a fucking slut.
"you're the one staring." you retorted, face scrunched. "and resorting to calling me a slut? you have no fucking decency, sukuna."
the way you seethed his name would have men on their knees. but sukuna always had that relenting temper of his that was… a perfect match for yours?
and you couldn't care less.
"if the shoe fits." sneering at you. "i'm just telling you the truth. you're the one making a scene."
"fuck you. at least i'm not fucking insane." you managed to hiss through your tightly clenched jaw.
"fuck me?" he let out a dark laugh. "fucking right you are. " his hand still held your wrist, but his grip on you seemed to lighten. his thumb habitually stroked over your lower palm.
leaning in, you could almost feel his lips graze your ear. he dropped his head down between your neck— so close you could still smell his cologne from tonight, flooded with notes of almond and tobacco, with his own musk lifting from his sweat. your body picked up on his warmth, like it was sending rivets of electricity down yours.
"tell me. does he do it as good as me?" the sound of his voice vibrated on the soft skin of your neck. "does he fuck you as good as i do? does anyone?
you felt your demeanor fall the floor, letting out a noise that was a mix between a gasp and what sukuna could make out as a whimper. skin, hot to the touch, and way too close to your ex. his words send your mind into a twisted frenzy, and suddenly, you could feel each filthy memory with him— each one starting a raging fire, an insatiable desire in your core.
stunned by his advancements, you felt as if you couldn't manage a single word out. the depraved blend of your resentment and absolute lust towards the man spiraled inside of you. without knowing it, you subdued yourself beneath him.
"i hate you." you choked out, head tilted to stare him right in the eyes.
"answer me." he let go of your wrist, moving to hold you by your jaw. his fingers grounded themselves on your smooth cheeks with a firm yet pillowy soft grip that pursed your lips lightly, and your head slacked in them like clockwork. "or do i know the answer to that already?"
you gazed at his lips.
he drank in the curiosity of your eyes.
bad idea.
sukuna was a bad idea.
there's just— something so wrong about him.
screaming, fighting, cursing his name out while you ran from his probably moving car, it all felt like some bad love-story ending. it was like there had to be something better than him.
but was there really?
"tell me to stop. i will."
"don't."
with his mind made up, and without a second thought, he crashed his lips onto yours. crazed and pushed to the limits of his hunger and soaring desperation for you. his lips worked yours like a starved man, ravaging yours with a passion that you enthusiastically returned.
the two of you fought for dominance, tangling your hands in his hair which made him growl deeply into your mouth as he backed you up into the cool edge of the counter. there's a taste sukuna can't quite discern, maybe it's the alcohol, but he knows it's something he's been thinking about since he first met you.
"fuck—" he said between low moans you exchanged. "get up here."
holding onto your waist, he hoisted you up on the kitchen counter with ease. your arms found its way around his neck as you cursed him on your tongue. longing triumphed over your pervasive revulsion for sukuna. mixing your salvia with his, your body leaned into that hooking flavor of his with a hint of liquor. the kiss was more a clash of teeth and tongue, hands fighting to keep each other where you wanted with no sign of letting go soon.
there are no words needed. it's as if the world stops for a second— more like your bickering and instead your bodies speak for themselves. your thighs pull him in, legs driving him in closer as you held an impossible grip on his shoulders.
"i want these off." eyes flicking down to your dangerously tiny pajama shorts.
scoffing, you hooked your fingers in the waistband of your pastel yellow bottoms before pulling them down to reveal an adorably lacy pair of panties. the sudden coolness of the counter made you shiver on your exposed skin. "do you have to be so bossy?"
sukuna ignored you. "panties, too." his eyes fell over your hips, precisely catching how your desire quite literally soaked itself through your underwear. he wasn't making it obvious, but his cock kicked in his pants at the sight. there wasn't much longer until he couldn't fight the urge to rip them off yourselves.
you rolled your eyes, peeling them off. and off to the side, you dangled the pair between your fingers like an apex predator dangling food above its hungry prey, giving sukuna an irked expression with pouty lips that screamed 'and what are you going to do about it?'
"touch yourself."
that's what he was going to do about it.
your face twisted with something that attested to your indignancy. "w-what?"
"open your fucking ears." he snarled, eyes narrowing with a present irritation. your knees—previously fixed together— suddenly were pulled apart by the man's strong hold. "don't go all shy on me now. that attitude run out now?
staring back at his face, you gave him a tight smile and a quick shot of your middle finger before sticking out your tongue. your digits wet themselves in your mouth, tongue gliding painfully slowly until only a string of your spit separate them.
holding yourself back with your free palm on the counter, your fingers tip-toed down to your unveiled pussy. each digit ghosting over your overwhelmingly sensitive clit as you bit your lip with surging pressure. your tongue clung to the edge of your upper lip as sharp breaths crept from your mouth.
diving your fingers into your syrupy folds, thrilling jolts of pleasure went through you with the lightest touch. slipping your index in let you feel that first streeetch as you let out an exasperated moan—yet never breaking away from sukuna's gaze.
"another finger. c'mon, let me see you ruin yourself. d'ya think of me when you slut yourself out like this?" his words greedily fed into your haze—making each little sensation just a bit more unbearable.
his eyes locked onto yours that narrowed at him, giving him a rude silence while he was tilting his head to get a better look at you. crimson globes claimed yours through each round of your indulgent. sukuna's hands found either sides of your thighs, keeping you in his large stature. the man watched you like the perfect porn figure, and now right in his domain.
it was like an animal the way he absorbed each inch of your skin, your scent, and sliver of warmth that radiated off of you. "jesus. aren't you such a dripping whore?
"fuuck… you like getting off on me or something?" you strung out—trying to keep your voice to a smooth low. refusing to give him the benefit of your unbridled satisfaction, you bit your lip. it was nearly impossible to stay as quiet as you were now. adding another finger, your eyes flew shut as you curled two right into that sweet spot of yours.
your pitiful attempts to hold your silence began to fleet recklessly quick. looking over your ex's shoulders, your eyes stood on watch at the doorframe. were you being too loud? you had no doubt, and a creeping nervousness someone would get up to find you like this.
"hey hey hey…" sukuna's tone was laced with a mocking concern. he harshly took your jaw, forcing your head back to look at him as that classic smirk formed on his face. "keep those pretty little eyes on me, whore. no ones coming…
or would you like them to?"
"s-shut the fuck up sukuna…" you hiccuped, nearly melting beneath him. "o-oohh— suukuna—" the syllables of his name melted on your tongue, stretching out with disoriented arousal you felt yourself clench around your fingers, palm occasionally hitting against that sensitive nub, causing that hot coil in your stomach to tie itself tighter.
"just look how you take it. swear i've never seen anymore more slutty." his praise felt like another hand stroking yours as you numbingly pleasured yourself. "don't hold back, show me how much you want it."
"you're haaah- annoying. fucking dick…" words all breathy and barley coherent.
"yeah and if you're good you'll get some." classic. his eyes ran all the way up from your feet to the mussed up strands of your hair as you (not so) sloowly but surely fell apart in front of him. eyes fixated on you in all your glory. yours just rolled at him. and then back into your head.
with your free hand, you guided yourself to your breast. you cupped it gently as your fingers felt around your pebbled nipples. tender squeezes only added to the dangerous sensation while you pinched the soft skin.
"let me see those fingers" sukuna guided. you took out your fingers, disappointed by the sudden denial of your orgasm and he held your wrist up as if he was examining how the slick fell over your fingers "yeah, in my mouth. 'just want a small taste."
he began by ghosting his tongue at the base of your wrist before dragging up to your fingers, taking them into his mouth as he sucked gracefully— making sure he wouldn't let a drop of your sweet nectar go to waste. he suckled on the soft skin, it was so familiar, too familiar, and definitely too addictive. he mewled at the flavor, tongue lapping at each bit.
"god…" voice a low rumble as a primal urge switched in his head, wrapped around something so unreadable. he harshly slammed your wrist to the table which elicited a small yelp out of you. sukuna threw his head back with a harsh, cruel laugh, like he enjoyed tormenting you. "i need this."
"huh? kuna— haahh!—"
and then suddenly his mouth was suddenly pinned to your pussy. licking a loong stripe against your puffy folds, he held a vice grip on your thighs like restraints to the cool surface of the counter. moans fell out your mouth as his mouth suctioned to the most sensitive parts of your sopping cunt—sounds that didn't fall short of sukuna as he indulged in each sticky sliver of your tension.
no second of his is wasted, god forbid he did. sukuna's nose fell flat against your pussy, tongue lapping at each neglected area of your luscious area. with his hand, outstretched, he pressed the pads of his thumb into your clit. he drew rigid circles in that oh-so delicate spot of yours as you received it with resounding moans. your eyes grew wide as you forced the lower part of your palm to your lips.
"i just can't get enough of this. y'just taste too good…" he said, words caressing the skin against your thighs."
his tongue delved lower, groans vibrating against your hole as he fucked you with a thrill that made you arch your back and stable yourself on his hair. yanking on his pink hair around like some sort of leash, you guided his head around, causing his tongue to explore every part of your cunt. your hips buck up into his face, knocking his tongue around as jolts of pleasure coursed through your body.
sukuna's tongue sinks into you wonderfully. it draws through each of your plush walls like an artist releasing each stroke on a canvas— your juices carelessly dribble from the corner of his mouth as he mindlessly pleasured you. his lips fell flush against your other lips as his mouth was latched on your pussy his dick twitched in his pants, definitely leaving a sticky stain of pre-cum in his gray sweats.
your thighs closed around his head, the wet sensation feeling almost too good. slick coated the insides of your thighs, the man moaned as he sunk back down into your cunt, and it made you want to come even more. sukuna pushed back, using his strength to keep your thighs open. "i'm not fucking done yet." he growled, still steadily working at your pussy. "what, you can't keep up?"
the grip on his hair tightened, fist clenching around his dark strands. "u-ughh! stop. stop, t-take it easy…". you groaned. but as if he misheard you, his index and middle replaced his tongue in your while as his mouth moved to your clit instead. wrapping his mouth around, he held a steady suction as his fingers curled deep inside you. you had to stifle your increasingly growing noises with your had again, eyes going wide. "mmphhf— j-jesus..!"
"let me fuck you 'till you get it right." he lifted his head from your clit, eyes half lidded and unmoving while he was kneeling, entirely focused on your pussy. those skillful fingers of his scissored your folds that you could just feel his ego radiating off of. "not jesus, just ryomen."
while slowly working your abused clit in tortuous circles, the orgasm that swelled sweetly in your stomach felt like it was about to crash down any second. his lips returned to clasp around your sensitive nub again, and this time you felt him spell his initials all around your gummy insides. "r-ryomen..!— p-please,, 'mgonna come!"
naturally, sukuna kept up his heated pace, egging you on with just his fingers. "that's it. fucking give it to me." your legs shook violently as the temp rose in your body, all crashing over you at once. waves of hot, white satisfaction crashed in and through your body, slick coating the lower half of sukuna's face through your release. his tongue lapped eagerly at each drop of your pleasure, insistent on not wasting a single bit.
breaths came out you, panted and uneven as your back arched into the euphoria. sukuna's pink muscle kept cleaning you up from down under, finally pulling away. your wetness basically dripped from his chin, and he was quick to clean it off his face. "that was…*phew.. haah..*.. good.." you heaved, reeling in your orgasm seconds ago.
"good." he scoffed, a real, genuine scoff. "fucking really? just good? you just came all over my fucking face— and i'm just good to—"
just like that the two of you were right back at it again.
damn.
"shut it, just shut up." you retorted, waving your hand out. he quickly stood back up, and he towered over you menacingly despite the added height of the counter. menacingly, what a joke.— is was you would've said. you cleared your throat as your head came back down to earth. "great. y'just had to ruin it. i'm demoting you to an allllright."
"i don't even know how i put up with you for… however the fuck long we were together." he slammed his hand down to lean into you, and his other hand palmed his rock-hard erection through his pants. "such a fucking brat. doesn't even know how to thank me."
he was granted with that perfect bitch-face of yours. and your eyes wandered down to where he seemed to be occupied elsewhere.
"show me something to be thankful for then, ryo."
temptation and irritation got the best of him, and before you knew it, he had you pinned down. your back hit the cool counter hard as he slammed his mouth back of yours in a manner that was somehow more desperate than before. slipping his cock out of his sweats, his hardened length sprung out onto your stomach.
pre-cum that kept leaking from earlier found its way dragged on your stomach, causing your attention to snap back down. sukuna's cock was huge. you knew this, obviously— but if there was something that was bigger than his ego, and irreplaceable in any other guy you could use instead of him, it would be that.
"missed me?" he muttered.
"almost."
"not talking to you."
right. he was conversing with your pussy instead. yet he couldn't deny one thing, he definitely missed it.
sukuna dragged his swollen tip in between your folds. he relished in the slippery, soft feeling of your cunt as he pushed them apart. with his cockhead squishing itself into your clit, your thighs shook with anticipation.
finally lining up his tip with the entrance of your pussy, he thrust himself inside of you that caused you both to gasp involuntarily. even more so, sukuna himself. "h-haah.. s-shit.." you clamped around him hard with the first push, feeling that big streetch as he inserted himself inside of you. the immediate rush made him wait a good second before moving inside you again and hiss out from clenched teeth. "you're just so fucking tight f'me…"
you sneered. "oh you can't keep up now?" your snarky response made him grab a fistful of your hair from beneath him, tugging with a grueling strength that triggered a harsh curse from our lips.
"fucking brat." with the burning intent to make you eat your words, he brought his hips back to slam himself right back into your drenched cunt. as his hips roll against you beautiful, hearty moans pour from your mouth over inch by inch pressing further into the depths of your pussy. each stroke of his cock hit impossibly deep into your cervix.
still riding on that high from your orgasm, your back arches into each delicious punch of his cock, the overstimulation bringing you right back to the edge. sukuna is nothing less than rough. it's animalistic the way he fucks you, and he fucks you like he hates you. as if he doesn't already. lewd noises sinfully composed from each squelch and grind of your combined slick fill the room.
you can feel sukuna fuck his pent up rage into you, and you don't doubt he can feel yours squeezing him back. his cock head abused that perfectly gummy spot of yours, burying himself to the hilt with each brutal thrust. it was like he was impatiently chasing his own release. your legs wrapped around his waist, nearly screaming into his ear. a guttural moan tore from your throat. "ryo— ryoo— fuuck!"
"quiet the fuck d-down, bitch." he spat angrily in your ear, crashing himself even harder into you. his body in the mating press trapped you down onto the counter so hard you could barley breathe. you're fucked out already. his hand smacks your cheek multiple times, like if he were trying to wake you up from your 'cock-drunk-ness'.
sukuna's cock is virtually splitting you in two now. it's vicious, definitely raw, and heaven, with his thrusts hard and bottoming out against your cervix. "don't fucking slap me around!" both your hands quickly find his neck, squeezing in some ungodly retaliation. yet it made him speed up, thrusts moving at even more harsh pace.
his face scrunches you take a hold of his neck, hissing from the strain on his neck. sukuna he moves back trying to hold your face down, shoving your head to the smooth surface. he bares his teeth, his pace picks up, thrusts relentlessly and violent against you. the sensation was heavenly, and it was definitely making you see it. "take me. i know you can, slut."
soon enough, his hands aren't enough to keep you quiet and his lips come down on yours. kissing you fervently, full of tongue and sweat, you could just swear you could feel him smirk against your mouth. your hands stayed wrapped around his throat, but as your body shifted back and forth with each passionate stroke they fell back down to his back. sukuna's thick shaft dragged out through your walls messily, and your fingernails ran across his back with a aggression that was sure to leave a mark. his muscular back became a portrait for your nails to scratch up.
his thrusts fell sloppily inside of you, feeding off nothing but a fierce hunger for just— everything about you. he's nearing his orgasm, you can just tell. his movements render your mind useless. the way his cock just fills you up so deeply, so completely, it makes you feel like nothing has and ever will once he's done with you. noises become these desperate growls in your ear as he fucks you. "so damn frustrating. you know that don't you?"
"r-right back at ya." your pussy lips are spread wide, engulfing his girth so vehemently as a creamy ring is formed at the base of his cock. tensing up, you can feel his heavy balls hit the crevice of your ass with every slam of himself into you. and just with a few more rolls of his dick, that familiar knot in your belly comes right back up. "oh god, ryo, c-come…"
"are you asking me or telling me?" he taunted, pulling at your barley coherent sentences. but now that you mentioned it— he could come too, and you couldn't hold back anymore. sukuna's pace was punishing, just pulling back and driving in you harder.
"askin— n-no, i m-mean telling, fuuck!" gasping, your orgasm hit you like a freight train. your eyes go spotty as your pulsing cunt breaks the painful coil of your stomach, sending pleasure down your body in untamed waves. sukuna's shoulders held up your hands as you gripped him like your life depended on it, as well as your pussy.
as you came once more, your pussy clamped down tightly like a vice onto sukuna's length. it was like you were trying to milk every last bit of him, and he couldn't take another suffocating second of it without release. "o-oh yeah, thats it—"
with one final sloppy push of his cock, his orgasm came crashing down on him. hot, sticky ropes of cum shot restlessly from his dick, painting your walls with an indistinguishable white. you didn't no if you could feel more full in this moment, sukuna's cock and vicious seed filling you up tight.
inside of you, his hips jerked erratically like it was trying to empty every last bit of himself into you. sukuna rode his orgasm out, reaching each peak of his high as he lost his mind inside of you like his own filthy personal cumdump. the sheer size stuffed you even further as your gummy walls hugged him back perfectly, worn out pants tore fell from his mouth right through his bitten teeth.
his load drips out of your hole, breaths labored yet dimmed down by the sound of your sopping pussy against his length. thick strings of cum coated your insides as sukuna collapsed right onto you, the sudden weight making you let out a small 'oof!'. his body remained warm on yours as the two of you let out heavy breaths. the normally callous sukuna let his head fall slack in between your neck without his guard up, while your hands rested in his pink hair, picking up and examining the soft strands
the two of you stayed silent, just breathing. your breaths steadied under the soft blow of the kitchen fan. and usually, the two of you were nothing but silent.
but this time you were.
sukuna mumbled into your neck something you couldn't quite catch in the heat of the moment, or rather the dying down of it. sleep corroborated his low voice. his chest heaved against yours. from what was presumably the strenuous fuck he just gave you, you could feel his heart beat against your ribs.
"what was that?" you whispered, hand laying atop his head with an unfamiliar mildness.
"nothing." he groaned.
"get off me, then."
"no."
"…"
finally, sukuna let out an exasperated gripe. as the man laid flush to your chest, he hauled himself off of you before running a hand down his face to wipe the sweat off. you lifted yourself up with your elbows, panning your head to look at his face.
he pulled up his sweats at his hips, pulling on the worn strings to tighten them. he laughs. "i'm going to bed.
bastard.
but you didn't say anything in return, and just lowered your face. what were you supposed to say, anyways?
a beat passes, silently and one that created an even bigger space between you two.
"goodnight, ryomen."
the ceiling fan never stopped buzzing.