just different sukuna one shot

♥︎having fun without me?

He catches you in the midst of your shaky fingers pumping in-and-out your wet, gaping cunt. Engulfed in hazy pleasure and nearing your climax, you remain unaware of his rigid, looming, and painfully horny presence by the doorway to your room. Your door was stupidly left agape when you hopped into your bed, hastily stripping yourself bare to relieve the heat within you.

Your moans reach a higher octave, and your depraved sounds mix harmoniously with the sweet slick of your fingers gliding inside your clenching walls.

He's silent and doesn't move an inch, but the throbbing member in his tented pants, alongside his dilated pupils and salivating mouth, attests to his insatiable craving to replace your fingers with his cock.

His mouth falls open and he feels himself dryly swallow at the sight of your arched back and exposed cunt gushing out a warm liquid that he wants to scoop up with his tongue. You reach your orgasm, unconsciously — embarrassingly — moan his name, making him step towards you with renewed zeal.

"Is this show all for me, dumb slut?"

You gasp at the sound of his voice, lamely bringing your thighs together as you wrap your arms around your perky, pretty breasts.

"When—when did you get here?"

Your pathetic inquiry ends in a quiet whimper as he pushes you flat on your back on the damp sheets of your bed.

"You did this on purpose, huh — leaving the door open and touching your pretty pussy, knowing that I'm coming over?"

Your desperate attempt at an explanation gets stuck in your throat as he renders you speechless with a hungered kiss on your lips. You hiccup due to the slight sting of his teeth nibbling on your bottom lip.

"It's okay," he spreads your legs wider than how you had them positioned earlier. "I'll forgive you on one condition."

You thrash faintly when he drags the pad of his thumb up your folds, staying on your enlarged clit to teasingly rub circles. He dips his ring finger in your gaping cunt, shuddering when he sees that his digit is now painted with your juices.

"You ain't gonna touch this pretty pussy without my permission ever again, got it?"

Your response comes in the form of a pleasured yelp, too distracted by the meticulous movements of his rough fingers on your poor pussy. You didn't intend for him to catch you in the act — the mere thought of him coming over to your house sent pulses of uncontrollable lust throughout your body.

Regardless, you don't complain as he lowers himself between your legs, flicking your clit with his tongue.

This is going to be a long night.