𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 | R. SUKUNA

16

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Lips roughly closed over yours, pinned against the door, Sukuna's hands traced the contours of your body as you held onto him as if your very existence depended on it. Your desire for more of him intensified with each passing moment.

Sukuna's tongue slipped into your mouth, eliciting a moan from deep within you, while his knee pressed against your lower half. The arousal you experienced was unlike anything you had felt before—intense and overwhelming, causing your mind to grow hazy at that moment.

You squeezed your eyes shut, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through you. You've never done this before not even with your ex-boyfriends that you had. It struck you as ironic that you were now making out with the only person you harbored the deepest disdain for.

Despite the internal conflict, your body seemed to have a mind of its own, drawing you closer to Sukuna. Your hands instinctively explored the contours of his neck and hair, responding to a magnetic pull you couldn't resist. Sukuna's lips curved into a smile against yours as if he knew he'd have this effect on you.

As Sukuna's kisses traveled from your lips to your jaw and then down to your neck, each soft and gentle touch sent shivers down your spine. The pleasure was undeniable, almost overwhelming.

In a futile attempt to stifle the mounting moans, you threw a hand over your mouth. Every sensation was heightened, every touch from Sukuna felt not just good, but intoxicatingly so.

You reluctantly pulled away, only to have Sukuna tighten his grip on your nape and forcefully crash his lips back into yours. "Don't fucking move," he growled, his bite adding a sharp edge to the intensity. A whimper escaped your lips as a hint of sting lingered, further fueling Sukuna's determination. He took advantage of your vulnerability, deepening the kiss and delving his tongue into your mouth.

Sukuna's left hand, which had been beneath you, moved upward, exploring your naked and soaked cunt. A smirk played on his lips as you moaned in response to his touch, prompting him to withdraw from the kiss and fixate on your flushed face. "You're not so fucking innocent after all, y/n," he remarked, his middle finger tracing a deliberate path between your folds.

"Fuck you're so fucking wet for me, doll." His gaze locked with yours, a cocky smirk still gracing his lips, as he reveled in the undeniable effect he had on you.

"Now, let's see how far you'll be able to contain those pretty moans of yours," Sukuna smirked, a hint of anticipation in his eyes as he roughly shoved two fingers inside your core. "F-fuck, Sukuna," you whimpered, your eyes instinctively shutting for a moment. Your core clenched around his fingers as he expertly moved them in and out, a relentless rhythm that left you gasping for breath.

Desperation compelled one of your hands to clutch Sukuna's shoulder for support, while the other fought to stifle the moans threatening to escape. It was an internal battle you were losing, and Sukuna seemed to revel in the delicious struggle he had unleashed.

The disconcerting reality that it was Sukuna who was evoking these sensations in you only intensified your internal turmoil. Was it the taboo nature of the encounter, or was it something about him that made it so electrifying?

The knowledge that others had attested to his prowess in bed only fueled your anxiety, heightening the tension between pleasure and nervousness.

"How adorable," Sukuna mocked, his gaze fixed on you. "Bet you've never had anyone fuck you this good, and I'm only using my fingers."

Any witty retort you might have conjured up was swallowed by the overwhelming sensations his fingers were inflicting inside you.

"S-sukuna-mmph," you attempted to speak, only to have Sukuna's lips forcefully collide with yours, muffling your sounds. A moan slipped past your lips, earning a smug smirk from Sukuna. The imminent climax teased at the edges of your consciousness.