Ryomen Sukuna

Southbound - Artemas.

The build up was slow.

It always was.

He would say something, you would say something back.

It was a banter that was made for you two, and it always sent sparks flying despite the quick interactions.

It was something normal and something the both of you got used to.

Sukuna didn't like going far. He just liked the sex.

He liked the way he felt inside you, the way you would whine and cry out his name anytime he abused that pretty little pussy.

Always sobbing, begging for more of what you couldn't take.

It fed into his ego massively.

Each little kiss, peck, touch or words, it made his ego inflate each second knowing someone wanted him.

Wanted his body.

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It was a bit cloudy, somewhere around late August, maybe early September, Sukuna couldn't remember.

It had been a useless day. He had smoked, kissed some girl, and went to class.

He couldn't even remember her name, but it wasn't anything important, at least not to him, at least.

He messed with his nails and dug out the dirt between them before looking out the window, daydreaming that he was anywhere but here.

The teacher's voice was droning on and his ears were blocking it out. Each little curve of the voice and tone made him annoyed.

He let out a loud yawn before stretching his arms over his head and leaning far back into his seat. He shoved his legs over his desk before nodding his head back to take a nap.

*This was such a boring day, he couldn't tell how it could get any damn worse.

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The rain poured over his head as he put his bag above to stop the rain from getting onto him.

It was wet, stormy and so goddamn loud for a shitty day.

His fuse was already blown by 5th period, and he needed to get home before he found some random bitch to fuck on the street.

Was he that desperate? Maybe.

But he had SOME dignity.

He continued to walk home before remembering you.

When was the last time you two talked?

A few months ago maybe? Maybe more?

He figured that's why he was getting irritated so much more easily now. He was pent up.

A bit too much. He felt like he had some damn blue balls.

Before he knew it, his legs were taking him to your apartment. Maybe to fuck, maybe to talk.

He assumed it was the first option, then again he wouldn't mind if he heard your voice, but he preferred it when it was under him.

Once at your door, he knocked. Three sharp raps to make sure you heard him.

He heard the door unlock and looked up eagerly to see you.

There was something in his eyes that just screamed, nothing about this is right.

But you still let him in your home.

He stepped in and kicked off his shoes before putting his bag down and running a hand through his hair.

"Nothing's changed a bit. . . " He muttered, his voice a bit raspy with need as he shook out his hair.

The strands dropped water which trickled down his face and onto the floor, "Miss me?"

He teased before walking around your house like he owned the place, though he clearly didn't.

You felt irritated that he didn't state what the hell he was doing here after ghosting you for months. He just came back, no words needed.

But it was also infuriating that your body seemed to already desire to be what he wanted.

He walked up to your bedroom and you followed.

There was no buildup, no questioning, just a silent conversation of what he needed and what he ordered you to do.

Now with your puffy, pink lips around his cock. He was fucking your face with no stopping point.

His hands were in your hair while his nails dug into your scalp. Drool dripped down your chin as he threw his head back and abused your throat.

Your tongue swirled deliciously around the head of his cock and he shoved you deeper onto him as tears pricked the edges of your eyes.

"Such a beautiful mouth . . . Taking my thick cock so good like you were made for it. . . ." His words rang in your ears like sirens as he didn't stop. It became almost a heady moment, making you dizzy with the need for air and the insatiable need for him to be inside you.

"Cmon, Dove. Why don't you cum? Am I not enough?" The cooing was coy and sweet, and he seemed oh so smug about it.