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｡･:*˚:✧ANGER MANAGEMENT {Possessive!SukunaxFem!Reader}

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✧Summary: Anger management was by no means your strong suit. No amount of lessons or prayers could change that. In fact, it feels like you’ve been doing a lot worse lately with the appearance of a new neighbor in your next door apartment.

✧Chapter summary: smut and degradation

✧Warnings: 18+, NSFW, asphyxiation, abusive/toxic relationships, power imbalance, vulgar language✧

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｡･:*˚:✧⤷Pairing: Ryoumen Sukuna x afab!reader

｡･:*˚:✧⤷Chapters: (i) (ii) (iii) (iv) (v) (vi) (vii)

｡･:*˚:✧⤷w/c: 3.4k

｡･:*˚:✧⤷Tropes: NeighborsAU!, AncestorsAU!

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｡･:*˚:✧⤷Chapter VI : CARNAL

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“P-please. Can’t-”

Your fingernails scratched across the marble counter as Sukuna pulled your smaller frame back into him. His massive hand tugged your messy hair harshly causing a choked gasp to escape from your drooling mouth.

Sobbing, your legs strained as you tried to keep your balance. Sukuna’s colossal form behind you made it a struggle just to keep your toes on the ground.

“Yes you can.”

Sukuna’s hips snapped up violently, shoving his cock deeper into your cunt. The action made your eyes roll as you lost your breath. You could barely register the slur of words that cascaded from your mouth. Clawing at the counter again, you attempted another pitiable escape from Sukuna’s brutal abuse on your already sore cunt.

Suddenly, the sickening rattle of a belt made your body tense. Sukuna swiftly tore off his belt from his unzipped pants before wrapping the thick accessory around your neck.

Panic slowly flooded your senses. Immediately, you fought against the leather that dug into your skin. A frenzied attempt for air. Yet, Sukuna merely chuckled and used his strength against you, tugging harder.

“Keep struggling, pretty girl.”

Pulling the belt back in one hand, he kept the other threaded in your knotted hair. You wheezed pathetically for air as Sukuna forced your head forward and the belt backward.

Desperately, your hands flung to Sukuna’s tatted wrists, digging into his pale skin. Hot blood spilled against your fingertips as you tried to pry yourself free from his relentless hold. His grip only tightened at your frantic display. Once again reminding you of the undeniable power imbalance.

He was just so fucking big.

Crocodile tears spilled down your face at the heinous chuckle that ripped from Sukuna’s throat. Slamming his hips against you harder, he forced your body further on top of the marble counter.

Your legs dangled helplessly as you tried to push off the side of the kitchen island with your feet, desperate to keep your footing.

Smirking, Sukuna pulled his belt back tighter, forcing your ear beside his mouth, “That's it, Princess. Keep fighting. It's such a turn on.”

Sharp canines bit into your ear savagely before a hot tongue lapped up the spilt blood. You whined at the attention, grinding your hips back into Sukuna’s cock. Its thickness stretched your walls in a way that made you see stars. Though part of you wondered if the lack of oxygen had anything to do with it as well.

Sukuna groaned with a rasp at the sudden action. Gripping your jaw in a tight hold, he forced you in a deep kiss. Teeth clashing, Sukuna’s tongue explored your mouth like a starved man. It felt like your soul was being sucked out of you. An animalistic action with demonic intent.

It suited him.

You were in a daze as you subconsciously moved your right hand from the belt around your neck to Sukuna’s chest. With what little range you had, you slammed your fist and elbow into his larger body wildly.

Unsurprisingly, Sukuna easily thwarted your attempt to push him away by capturing your wrist and forcefully pinning it into the counter.

You grunted against Sukuna’s lips at the harsh treatment. Agitated, you bit down on his tongue, sinking your teeth into the soft pink flesh. Sukuna hissed at the sudden assault and ripped away from your lips.

Panting, you eyed Sukuna suspiciously when his thrusts abruptly stopped. Red trailed down his chin to his neck as he took in your teary eyed form.

Licking the blood off his lips, he smirked devilishly, “I want more.”

PAUSE.

JUMPSCARE.

What happened to hi? Hello? How are you?

This calls for a Disney channel style rewind.

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Two Hours Earlier

You anxiously chewed on the inside of your mouth at the awkward atmosphere. Even with the television playing as background noise you couldn't help but feel like you should say something.

Sukuna had offered his apartment to you a third night in a row. Something you would have never believed if you told yourself a month ago. You almost felt like you were in some alternate universe.

No, if anything you were in some teenage girl’s fanfic.

Sighing, your eyes flickered from the random movie Sukuna threw on to the man himself. He laid himself out on the far side of the couch, legs spread wide.

Unlike his normal shirtless self, he was fully clothed in what you assumed was his work attire. A white button up was rolled to his forearms while his long legs wore tight black slacks. It was a stark contrast to what you currently adorned.

Sukuna had, thankfully, allowed you to take advantage of his still-working water. You were quick to throw your dirty clothes in his washer before claiming his shower next. Unfortunately, your clothes still weren't dry by the end of your much needed shower.

Case in point, Sukuna’s large pajama bottoms and t-shirt were not exactly the most flattering. The pools of fabric left you wondering if there was even a person underneath. On the other hand, Sukuna’s own outfit left little to the imagination.

Your eyes once again found Sukuna’s relaxing form. Slowly trailing down his solid chest, your stomach knotted at the outline of a certain oversized object in his pants.

You internally slapped yourself. Don't check out your asshole neighbor who is apparently hung like a horse.

You snuck another peak.

Holy hell there was no way that thing was inside you yesterday. You'd feel it for weeks. At least.

Unwillingly, your eyes meandered down the appendage as you tried to stop yourself from gnawing on your lip. It must have just been foreplay last night. Though you should be happy you didn’t fully fuck your neighbor, you felt a slight pang of disappointment before abruptly quelling it.

Quickly averting your gaze to save some dignity, you glanced at his face. His dark eyes looked disinterested at the small lit screen. You were starting to wonder if there really was anything this man enjoyed besides tormenting you.

Curling into yourself, you moved your own eyes back to the movie. Well you tried to go back to the movie. You just couldn't focus. Not with Sukuna less than three feet away from you.

If you had to pick one night that was the most painfully awkward experience you have ever had, it would be this one. While that statement was wildly overdramatic, you couldn't help but feel that way. Especially now that you were sober and alone with the devil himself .

At least on the first night you had poor sweet Yuuji. And the second…well you couldn't exactly remember all of it, but you thanked the alcohol for that.

Now? You already had to stop yourself from eyeing up his liquor cabinet every so often.

“Would you stop sighing over there?”

Your body took a screenshot at the sound of Sukuna's voice. Clearing your throat nervously, you avoided eye contact, “My bad.”

Sukuna rolled his eyes before stretching his body over the side of the couch. You watched him from the corner of your eye as he swiftly grabbed the remote and turned off the long ignored movie.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you finally met his gaze, “Why'd you turn it off?”

“You and I both know we were not into that shit.”

You laughed dryly, “I was enjoying it.”

Sukuna raised an eyebrow, “What was that blonde bimbo’s name?”

“Uh,” Your face bloomed as you scoffed, “You don't have to know all the characters’ names to enjoy a movie.”

Sukuna threw you a condescending look. You frowned at his attitude and crossed your arms, “What are we supposed to do now then, asshole?”

Sukuna shrugged indifferently, “I have something in mind.”

You swallowed nervously when he stood up suddenly. Sukuna’s massive silhouette eerily crossed the small space between the two of you. Time felt as if it slowed. Stopping in front of you, his ruby eyes devoured your shape hungrily.

“Sukuna?”

The aforementioned pinkett ignored your soft whisper. You sucked in a deep breath when Sukuna removed a hand from his pocket and lifted it towards your face. It felt like your heart might burst from your chest when he placed a hand next to your head.

Leaning over you, Sukuna started to close the gap. You closed your eyes ready for plush lips to capture your own. Instead, a dark chuckle made you tense your brows.

Sukuna avoided your lips and moved to your ear instead, “What? Did you really think I was going to kiss you, rat?”

Your eyes flew open as you blushed a bright red. Tauntingly, Sukuna waved a deck of cards in his hand. He was fucking with you.

“You look disappointed,” Sukuna looked down on you, “Maybe if you beg I'll reconsider.”

Clenching your teeth, you shoved passed him, “In your fucking dreams.”

You disregarded Sukuna’s laughter filling the quaint living room. Retreating to the kitchen, you pulled a glass from his cupboard and filled it. You eagerly chugged the glass of water in a sorry attempt to cool the rising heat beneath your skin.

So fucking embarrassing. You were going to strangle him.

Slamming the glass onto the counter, you winced at the harsh clink. Shit, you needed to calm down. Counting down from ten, you slowed your breathing. Soon enough, the boiling rush of heat no longer bubbled against your thinning resolve.

“I see you found your way to the kitchen, piggy.”

You bit back a snarl, “Mi casa su casa, right?”

Sukuna blew a puff of air before leaning against the counter next to you, “You seem determined to sleep on your doorstep tonight.”

“Anywhere away from you would be better,” You threw him a lazy smirk.

“Are you sure?” Sukuna lifted himself away from the counter, “You seemed pretty desperate last night.”

You scoffed at his words.

As if.

Slowly, Sukuna boxed you in against the kitchen’s island counter, “Then again, you were ready for it just a moment ago too.”

You placed both your hands on the counter's edge, a vain attempt to leave space in between your bodies, “How'd you come to that conclusion? That high horse of yours must be making it difficult for you to see.”

In a flash, Sukuna grabbed your thighs and hoisted you on top of the counter. You grunted at the sudden treatment and glared at a smug Sukuna.

“What? I'm just bringing you to my level. Isn't that what you wanted?”

You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer, “Eat a dick.”

“Funny,” Sukuna grabbed your jaw in his hand and tilted your chin up, “I was thinking the same thing about you.”

Sukuna’s lips were on yours in a second, desperate and dominant. You could barely think straight as you tasted the man you despised. Sliding a hand down his button up, you shivered at the feeling on his chest underneath.

Sukuna smiled against your lips and grabbed your wrist, guiding your hand further down his stomach. You gasped breathlessly when he slid your fingers to the large bulge in his pants.

Shit. It was massive. That couldn't be natural. Staring at the out line of him against his own thigh, you traced a finger down his clothed dick.

Sukuna let out a throaty groan, “You wanna touch it, Princess?”

You nodded nervously, not daring to meet his eyes. Sukuna clicked his tongue, “Words.”

Swallowing thickly, embarrassment painted your skin, “Yes.”

Though shame kept your eyes low, you could feel Sukuna’s pleased expression.

“Yes, who?”

Fucking asshole.

“Yes, Sir.”

Grinning widely, Sukuna guided your hand back up to his belt, “Undo it.”

You froze at his command. Reality finally seemed to catch up with you. No longer out of body, you were somehow more self aware than ever.

Timidly, you grabbed his belt with shaking hands. The metal clinked softly as you separated leather from clasp, allowing access to his zipper.

Your ears felt like they were filled with water when you finally managed to unzip him. Unfortunately Fortunately, the thin barrier of his briefs kept his length hidden.

With a broken inhale, your fingers hesitated at the hem of his briefs. Shit. Could you actually go through with this?

Suddenly, a rough hand brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. You flinched at the unexpected attention. Returning back to the scene in front of you, you stared at Sukuna with wide eyes.

The pinkette tilted his head to the side, clearly amused, “Nervous?”

You swallowed, too prideful to admit defeat, “No.”

Your fingers pulled his briefs slightly, revealing familiar pink hair.

His grin widened, “You should be.”

A tinge of anger sparked inside you. Cocky motherfucker. On reflex, you snapped the band of his briefs closed and roughly grabbed his bulge, squeezing tightly, “Maybe you should be.”

Sukuna hissed at the sudden attention and licked his lips, “You're gonna regret that.”

With ease, Sukuna grabbed the back of your arm and ripped you from the counter. You fell to the cold kitchen tiles with a grotesque thumb. It was a miracle you managed to brace yourself, avoiding, mostly, any facial trauma.

However, your knees stung painfully and your arm throbbed from his apathetic grip. Grunting, you rubbed your sore arm and scowled at a smug Sukuna.

“I told you you'd look good on your knees,” His hand tugged your hair back, forcing you to keep eye contact.

“Fuck you, ass.”

“Soon. First…” Sukuna's open hand pulled his cock out of his briefs, “We’ll see if this mouth isn't only good for talking back.”

A snarky comment caught in the back of your throat when you finally got a clear look at Sukuna’s family jewels. Holy sh-.

Inside his pants you could tell the man was weighed down in the nether regions, but outside? There was no way cosmetic surgery wasn’t involved. You weren’t even sure you could wrap your hand around its girth.

Nope. Screw that. There was no way his dick was fitting in your mouth unless Sukuna enjoyed teeth. Although, something in the back of your mind told you he might.

“There’s no way!” You pushed Sukuna’s hips away from your face in alarm.

“As charmed as I am,” Sukuna snatched your neck and shoved your face closer to his dick, “You're not getting out of this one that easy.”

You grimaced as his thick length prodded at your lips. Taking a deep breath, you allowed him to push his way into your mouth. Your lips strained to accommodate the foreign object. It felt like your skin might tear. Gagging, you met Sukuna’s gaze with a glare.

He stood tall above you with the same cocky smirk he always wore. His pearly canines peaked through his plum lips, egging you on. You were almost tempted to bite down with pure malice before he purposely shoved himself further down your throat. The action making you heave violently.

Sukuna groaned from the vibrations of your muffled voice. Grabbing your hair with both hands, he fucked your throat with a slow pace, ignoring your stifled cries.

Spitefully, you grazed his sensitive skin with your front teeth. Sukuna’s body shivered as he let out a growl before he pushed in deeper. You sobbed at his response, feeling dizzy from the lack of air.

Sukuna bit back another moan, “Through your nose-.”

Struggling, you groaned around his length before taking what little air you could through your nose. After a moment of adjustment, you finally found yourself accustomed to the length prodding down your throat. Well, as accustomed as one could get to a baton being forced down their airway.

Nonetheless, Sukuna wasted no time taking advantage of your new found ‘comfort’. Tugging your hair harder, he picked up his pace. His hips slammed against your jaw without mercy as he chased his pleasure with no restrictions.

You could only allow your mouth be used like a toy as Sukuna roughly fucked down your throat. Your head bobbed uncontrollably as drool and pre-cum leaked from the sides of your mouth. Never in your life have you felt this gross. All you wanted was a toothbrush, hell even some mouthwash.

To your relief, but with little warning, Sukuna came down your throat in small bursts. You could feel the hot substance run down your esophagus, staining your insides. Sukuna continued to hold your head for a moment, riding out his orgasm.

Finally pulling himself away, Sukuna drug a thumb across the corner of your mouth, collecting a mixture of the fluids. Sensually, he massaged the tinted substance into your bottom lip before inserting his finger into your mouth.

Blissed out, he bore a lopsided grin, “We wouldn't want to waste what you worked so hard for, right?”

You frowned deeply.

Worked hard? If he knows you worked so hard to please him, maybe he'd appreciate tasting his own work for you.

Collecting the contents of your mouth in the front of your mouth, you spat at his face. Sukuna quickly turned his face to the side in a poor attempt to dodge the slobber. ‘ Tragically’ , the thick concoction stuck to his left cheek with a satisfying splat.

You grinned wildly, “Why'd you dodge? You wouldn't want to waste what you worked so hard to make?”

Sukuna was deathly silent for a moment, allowing the room to still. Then, the pinkette suddenly bursted into a manic laughter. You could only watch in confusion as Sukuna ran a hand through his messy hair.

Abruptly, Sukuna’s larger hands grabbed your hips and lifted you to your feet. His sharp eyes locked in on your own, staring into you completely.

“I knew I could never bore of you.”

The statement made you furrow your eyebrows. He sounded older.

“I'm amusing for spitting on you?” You tried to lighten the tense mood.

Ignoring your statement, Sukuna grabbed your chin. Inspecting your face, “Incredible.” You froze when Sukuna suddenly licked up the side of your cheek, “The exact same taste too.”

Pushing his chest away, you struggled against his hold, “Gross! Asshole, let me go-”

You halted all movements when you finally returned Sukuna’s gaze. There was no reasonable explanation. Your eyes had to be playing tricks on you. They had to be because Sukuna’s eyes were deep rich pools of red. Not a captivating blue.

Sukuna chuckled at your stunned expression, “I can't wait to make you mine again.”

Wasting no time, Sukuna’s lips crashed against your own, somehow more animalistic than normal. It felt like his whole presence was suffocating you. He was somehow larger, even more impressive.

How was this possible? Did he throat fuck you hard enough to cause amnesia?

Your phone ringing pulled you from your thoughts. Fighting off Sukuna’s advances, you pulled your cracked phone from your (Sukuna’s) pajama pants. Nanami’s contact information flashed brightly across the screen.

You internally screamed, talk about poor timing. Trying to end the call, Sukuna’s persistent frame made it difficult.

“Who is it?” Sukuna snapped against your lips.

“Nanami,” You were quick to add, “He’s my… anger mediator.” A bit of shame creeped up your neck after finally admitting your, very obvious, vice.

Instantly, Sukuna pulled away. His sharp nails scraped against your thighs leaving thin red lines. Wait, sharp? Your eyes widened at the sight of Sukuna's hands. They looked meatier with nails far longer and darker than you recall.

Your head spun as you tried to make sense of it all. Maybe you should tell Nanami. He could help, right? Or maybe he'd just call you crazy. Or even worse, suspect you're trying to pick a fight with Sukuna again.

“You're in anger management?” Sukuna’s question was more to himself than to you before another heinous fit of laughter left his mouth. “It all makes sense now.”

Reclaiming your lips, Sukuna snatched your phone from your hand. You were quick to reach for it only to flinch when Sukuna bit down on your lip harshly. Whining, you returned your attention back to your assailant. Sukuna snarled and pinned your form to the counter.

“When you're with me,” Sukuna nipped at your neck, “You only focus on me. Only think of me. Only need me.”

Soft moans escaped your mouth as Sukuna trailed lower, “Do you understand?”

To caught up in pleasure to acknowledge the strange possessiveness you mewled out a weak, “Yes, Sir.”

Sukuna smiled against your skin, “So perfect for me. I'll have to handle our little distraction soon.”

You couldn't help but feel you made a grave mistake revealing Nanami’s existence. But Sukuan’s hands tugging your pants lower and your shirt higher muddled any worried thoughts. All you could focus on was your massive neighbor in between your thighs.

“We have all night, pretty girl.”

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The thing about Satoru Gojo was he tended to overestimate the loyalty he received. It was a pure, almost childlike, blind trust of others. That was until Suguru Geto.

So, when Gojo returned from a quick bathroom trip he wasn't completely surprised by your empty chair. Rather, he only felt disappointment. Some for you, but mostly for himself.

The thing about Satoru Gojo was he overestimated your loyalty. Because he hoped you were different.

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