𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 | R. SUKUNA

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As Sukuna's lips connected with yours, an electric surge seemed to erase all awareness of your surroundings. Your hand instinctively found its place on his neck, drawing him closer, granting him greater access to your mouth. Sukuna, in response, snaked his hand around your waist, effortlessly pulling you upwards.

Unlike the intensity of the previous encounter in the bathroom, this kiss exuded both tenderness and passion. It ignited desires within you, stirring emotions that defied easy explanation. The mere thoughts of Sukuna began to dominate your entire consciousness.

Sukuna, with a confident yet gentle touch, lifted you to sit up on his lap, seamlessly assisting you in removing your blouse. Once the blouse was off you were left with your white Victorian bra.

Sukuna persisted in his fervent kisses, his hands boldly exploring the contours of your body, both of you exhaling breaths laden with desire, saturating the room with an almost palpable intensity. In a bold move, you unzipped your skirt and gracefully took it off, leaving yourself half-naked.

A sly smirk adorned Sukuna's lips as his hungry gaze lingered over your form. It was as if your body had been sculpted exclusively for his pleasure, and only his pleasure. A satisfied hum leaves Sukuna as he takes in the sight of you.

Despite Sukuna's past encounters with numerous women, the charged atmosphere with you surpassed any prior experiences. The tension between you two was undeniable, fueling a passion that heightened both your senses. Sukuna would normally be composed but instead, he found himself drawn to the allure. The fact that you were the one making him feel this way was unsettling.

Sukuna's large hands gently massaged your ass while your tongue was entangled with his fighting for any dominance. Your fingers gripped Sukuna's shoulders, seeking support, and your eyes instinctively squeezed shut each time he squeezed your ass. The sensation evoked both shyness and a daring boldness within you. You wanted to push him further.

As if Sukuna sensed your reaction to his touch, his left hand slowly trailed up to your chest delicately slipping beneath the confines of your bra. Breaking away from the passionate kiss, Sukuna's lips traced a path from your jawline to your neck, all while squeezing your breast before teasing and playing with your nipple.

As the pleasure intensified, you found yourself instinctively muffling your moans with a hand, keen on keeping the moans discreet from Yuji and his friends. Sukuna, however, grinned against your neck, obviously deriving amusement from the constraints you placed on your moans.

Your need escalated, and you began grinding against Sukuna's crotch, silently conveying your desires. Sukuna knew what you wanted from him, but he had to hear you say it.

"Use your words, brat," he demanded, tilting his head, his eyes skimming down your neck.

"P-please, Sukuna, I—" Your voice shuddered, interrupted as the door burst open with Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi entering.

"Sukuna, Y/n, we're going to—" Yuji's words hung in the air, abruptly halted by the scene before them.

Thankfully, the bed faced the door, and Sukuna's broad shoulders shielded your naked form. Panic engulfed you, your scream echoing in tandem with Yuji and Nobara's. They hastily left, slamming the door behind them, leaving an awkward silence in the room.

While Sukuna appeared almost unfazed, a palpable irritation washed over him due to the interruption.  He should have locked the door. He didn't expect to see those brats barge in.

With a flushed face, you gazed at Sukuna with wide eyes, still caught off guard. Your flustered state seemed to amuse him, evident in the small smile that cracked on his lips, and you couldn't help but notice.