CastAway

*Chapter 18*

Semper ad meloria
[Always toward better things]

Sukuna wanted the same things I did. He wanted someone to touch him, love him, hold him close and never let go.

But that was only the edge of the coin.

While deep down I wanted someone I felt safe enough with to let them dominate me, he wanted to be the one in control. My desire for submission perfectly contrasted with his need for domination. Sukuna craved someone who trusted him enough to willingly place their life in his hands. Someone whose life he'd burn the world down to protect.

That was the key, wasn't it? Trust. Something I thought I could never place in him. And yet, the promise he made urged me to do exactly what he wanted. Trust him to protect me.

"Fuck," Sukuna grunted into my ear as the shower turned off.

We both glanced at the closed door, knowing we were almost out of time. It could take Gojo anywhere from ten minutes to thirty to finish his morning routine.

Sukuna's fingers tightened in my hair, pulling my head down to the pillow until our eyes met. Rampant lust, desire, passion, and . . . love burned in his gaze.

It was as if a switch turned in his mind as the realization we could be caught at any moment sank in. His body pressed down, draping over mine, until his lips brushed against my ear. "Can he hear us?"

"No," I responded while tightening my hold on him with my feet draped over the backs of his thighs.

"Good," He growled into my ear before pounding into me with renewed vigor and strength.

A sharp cry left my lips as my back arched, hips raising into him. While I succumbed to the pleasure he subjected me to, Sukuna ran his lips down my neck. My head involuntarily shifted, turning to the side to give him easier access. I gasped out a whine as he dragged his teeth along my skin, biting and sucking until he was satisfied with the marks he left behind.

After he left a trail of bruises, one of his hands traveled down my side, stopping at my hip. After another sharp thrust, he dug his fingers into my hip, pulled out of me, and flipped me onto my stomach.

He effortlessly forced his entire length back into me, the hand on the bed sliding under me to grasp my throat. His fingers squeezed the sides of my throat while he pushed my head back into his chest.

"Deep breath, pet," He murmured into my ear, waiting until I sucked in a shaky gasp, before moving his other hand to cover my mouth and nose.

I whined and whimpered into the palm of his hand as he cut off my air supply, eyes rolling back as he thrusted into me faster and harder than before. His calloused hands dug into my skin, his chiseled chest pressing into my back, as he chased his own high.

Each powerful thrust pushed me further into the bed and his hands. Every time his hips snapped into mine, he ground against my walls and rammed into my cervix.

As my eyes started to fall shut, vision growing black and spotty, he removed the hand covering my mouth and nose. He slowed his pace while I caught my breath, letting me adjust to being able to breathe again.

"Easy, kitten," He purred into my ear while I gasped.

When I was almost able to breathe smoothly again, he renewed his ruthless pace. His hand snaked down under my body until his fingers found my clit. While he pounded into me quickly, each thrust harder and faster than the last, he pressed his fingers into my clit and rubbed in small, fast circles.

Within seconds my walls clamped down around him, hips bucking into his, while he held me steady with the weight of his body on mine. Sukuna groaned into my ear as I came around him, his fingers maintaining their speed and pressing harder against my clit. He rubbed me through my orgasm, prolonging it and immediately bringing me into another.

My head tilted back, pressing into his chest as my lips parted in a silent scream. With one hand on my throat, the other on my clit, and his heavy body on mine, he trapped me under him. I lost count of how many times he made me cum. Unable to escape his ruthless pounding of my walls or his fingers between my legs, my body shook uncontrollably under him.

Sukuna's hips began to falter, his thrusts gaining strength and losing rhythm, as he neared his own climax. He grunted against my ear as my prolonged, back to back orgasms caused my walls to pulse around him and my hips to buck into his.

Without warning, the hand around my throat moved to cover my mouth and nose. I grasped the wrist in front of me with one hand, reaching behind to tread my fingers through his hair with the other.

"Fuck," He panted as his erection throbbed, shooting out white, thick, hot cum into me.

I groaned into his hand, pressing my hips into his, as the feeling of his release caused me to climax again. My fingers tightened in his hair, pulling another grunt from him as I unintentionally pulled.

He let go of my face as we relaxed into the bed, his hand lowering to cup my chin and turn my head towards him. The hand between my legs moved to rest on the bed, his body lowering further as he rested on both forearms. Sukuna brushed his lips against mine, caressing my cheek with his thumb, before collapsing beside me on the bed.

The hand holding my chin released as he snaked his arm around my waist, pulling me into him. My head rested on his bare chest, his fingers tracing invisible lines on my skin while I ran my own along the tattoos on his chest and stomach.

"Pet?"

"Mm?" I responded absentmindedly, running my fingers down the lines on his abdomen then back up on the other side.

Sukuna huffed softly, grabbing my hand as I started to trace the marks on his chest. Realizing he wanted to ask or say something important, I looked up to see his brows furrowed and lips pursed in thought. Four red eyes focused on mine as he considered what he wanted to say.

"What does love feel like?" His tone was calm and stoic, there was intensity in his gaze.

"Um," I hesitated before answering, looking over at the wall across from us as I thought back to my time with Rahim and compared it to how I felt with Sukuna. "It feels like a fire deep in your chest. One that burns deeper, brighter when you're with someone you care about. You'd do anything to make them happy, even at your own expense. You'd die for them, kill for them, protect them at all costs. And if you're lucky, they'd do the same for you.

"Sometimes it feels like you can't handle how much you care about them. It makes your chest ache and tighten when you think about them. You feel empty when they're not with you, like a part of you is missing when they're gone." I looked back at Sukuna as I finished speaking.

His expression was the same, but there was a new understanding in his eyes. He nodded and kissed my forehead tenderly, his arm around my waist tightening, before his body stiffened.

When he relaxed and pulled away, it was Yuuji grinning at me. He pulled me onto his chest as the door to the bathroom finally opened. Yuuji protectively squeezed me and wrapped his legs around mine. He let out a joking growl at Gojo, prompting me to turn to see Gojo smirking at us.

"So? Did you make a decision?" Gojo asked as I relaxed into Yuuji's embrace.

Yuuji glanced at me before taking in a deep breath and turning his gaze back to Gojo. "She can fight Sukuna, but only if you agree to step in if it goes too far. And I'm taking over after five minutes if Sukuna doesn't go back by then."

"Deal," Gojo responded with a wink. "What kind of sensei would I be if I said no?"