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Having Sukuna as a neighbour was definitely . . . interesting.
He was the sort of neighbour that made you second-guess any of your fashion choices whenever you stepped out of your house, because you knew that anything short of a full outfit would be on the receiving end of Sukuna's relentless stare— and they would not let go. You swore you've never seen him wear anything more than a pair of tight-fitting shorts that did nothing to hide whatever he was packing underneath. Your neighbour would flaunt his broad, sun-kissed body, always in the corner of your peripheral vision whenever he spent a tedious number of hours underneath the summer sun.
You weren't stupid. You could see the way he'd swipe his sponge deliberately slow across his car, making sure you got a nice eyeful of the way the water and soap rolled down his pecs instead of his vehicle. You could see the moisture soak under the waistband of his shorts, which sat obscenely low on his hips. There wasn't an ounce of doubt in you— you were certain that was intentional, and the bastard knew it too. Sukuna took full advantage of the fact that you were watching through your curtains like a voyeur. So he'd run his tongue along his pointed teeth, flexing his arms like he was in one of those car wash adverts— just to rile you up a tad more.
It was even worse that you had a boyfriend. Sukuna knew you had a boyfriend, but that didn’t stop him. If anything, it only spurred him on. On the days your scumbag of a boyfriend would visit, Sukuna would be lounging on his porch in a tank top, absentmindedly dragging a hand across his abs. Or maybe he'd be half-sprawled over the hood of his car, eyes honed in on you as if he was waiting, daring you to look his way.
Another issue you had were your panties— or the lack of them, you should say. The temperature outside was perfect enough for you to hang up your underwear, but sometimes they'd simply . . . disappear. You'd go outside to fetch your dry clothes, only to be met by the sight of empty spaces on the washing line. Did you accidentally misplace them? Had the wind blown your favourite lace pair away, doomed to be found in someone else's back garden?
Deep down, though, you knew where they were. One windy day, you had seen your underwear actually blow into Sukuna's yard when he was tending to the grass. Shamelessly, he had bent over and picked them up, crimson gaze meeting yours as he pocketed them without hesitation. Did you say anything about it? Did you confront him?
No. You didn't.
But after that singular incident, you were more aware of Sukuna's presence in your life. He was always watching you, listening in on when your boyfriend would get himself off in you. Not once did he hear your moans, just half-assed words of encouragement so you could get it all over and done with. Pathetic. Sukuna was certain he could do a better job once he had the opportunity to do so.
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Your breakup was inevitable. All that your ex brought to the relationship was fake orgasms and constant arguments about the pettiest issues. But that didn't mean it didn't hurt.
That fateful night, you stumbled home with your heels dangling from trembling hands. Your feet were bare, pattering against the gravel leading up to your house, and Sukuna was nothing short of amused. Poor you, he thought, nursing a cold bottle of beer in his hand as he sat back on his porch. Your mascara had stained your cheeks dark, lipstick smeared across your lips. The heartbreak was written all over you.
"Rough night, huh?" Sukuna drawled from where he was sitting. "Where's that little boyfriend of yours?"
You stopped at your front doors, sullenly clutching your heels to your chest. “What's it to you?"
Sukuna leaned forward with interest, raising a slit brow. The porch light above only highlighted each jagged angle of his face, giving him a rather foreboding aura. “Heard the yelling, sweetheart. The walls aren't exactly thin. I'm surprised the dick lasted this long with you."
Shit, were you both that obvious?
“I don’t need your side comments, Ryomen."
He rebutted quick, not missing his chance to play the role as your saviour. “I don't believe that for a second. What you need is a real man, not some prick who doesn't know he's got it good when it's right in front of him. You know where you can get a man like that?” Sukuna scoffed, standing up to his full height. “Take a look at what's right in front of you."
You knew you should have passed on his blatant offer. It would have been relatively simple to just unlock your door and head inside. But you didn't. Instead, your bare feet carried you to Sukuna.
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Sukuna wasn't a man of many words, so there wasn't a single part of you that expected any sort of comfort from him. Instead, he sat too close to you on the couch as you sniffled into a tissue and wiped your face. The man dug at you, letting his knee bump into yours with nothing but heat radiating off of his larger body. A heavy palm kneaded at your bare thigh, clearly an act to feign sympathy.
“Can bet my savings that scrub didn't know how to please a pretty girl like you,” Sukuna practically purred against your ear, thumbing at your knee tenderly. “Bet he had no fuckin’ clue what to do whilst you just lay there. Dry."
Your silence spoke volumes. Instead of shooting back a retort and accuse him of being a filthy, no-good pervert, your breathing only shallowed as arousal pooled low in your gut.
“Thought so.”
And that was all he had to say before slotting his lips onto yours the way you both had been dreaming of.
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Sukuna didn't bother taking his time— not when he had been craving the sight of you under him for months now. His hand cushioned your fall as your back hit the couch, chest against chest whilst his hands found the target. Sukuna didn't do gentle. Clothes were thrown onto the floor. You exchanged heated kisses. He shoved your thighs apart and hiked up your mini dress you had seen your ex in, hooking his deft fingers into your underwear and ripping the fabric with a sharp noise that made you gasp.
"H-hey, those were expensive . . ."
“Don’t need 'em,” he muttered, tossing the ruined red lace aside haphazardly. “Not with me.”
You hadn't even realised that Sukuna had freed his cock, only jolting back to reality once he spread your pussy apart with two thumbs and slotted himself in between. A nasty squelch left where you both met
You barely had a second to breathe before his cock was pressed against your folds, thick and heavy, mixing precum against your slick. He leaned down, both crimson eyes locking on yours, and his grin split wider.
“Bet that sorry ex of yours wasn't as big as this.” He rubbed himself along your slit, deliberately missing your entrance with his weeping head back and forth until you were dripping. “Fuckin’ embarrassing.”
You exhaled breathily, clutching at his shoulders with needy eyes, but Sukuna wasn't having any of it. He held you in your place, hovering above with two fingers sinking into your drenched cunt.
“Open."
The order came quick from his chest, sharp and determined. Without thinking and driven on by sheer arousal, you parted your mouth. He spat, hitting the bullseye and sneering when you whimpered aloud. Swallowing eagerly, your eyes met his.
“Atta girl,” Sukuna huffed, replacing his fingers with his cock. Your body arched violently into his own, the stretch wider than anything your ex could ever give you. “Fuuuck, you're real tight in here. Didn't your ex ever get this deep?"
You could only reply brokenly, heaving gasps leaving you. To that, Sukuna simply chuckled.
“Take that as a no. Of course it is. He wouldn't know what good pussy was if it was right in front of him.” Each word was punctuated by a nasty thrust, only driving his words home. “But you know me? Yeah, I can treat a girl reaal good. Been watchin' you flaunt that ass in that skimpy thing you call shorts. Now look at you, hah, soaking my dick nicely."
Your nails dug into his back, making him hiss as you scraped down in response to each of his punishing thrusts. Not once did Sukuna let his eyes stray away from the sight of you twitching below him, getting used to his obscene girth.
“He never fucked you right, huh? Say it," he hissed, stilling his cock after pressing his hips flush against your ass, "now, sweetheart. Tell me that he never made you feel this good."
“Fuck, h-he—” Your shuddered, voice cracking. “He never— oh, shit— never fucked me as good as you do!”
“Theeere we go, that's my girl." Sukuna's hand came up to tap your cheek condescendingly. He knew he could count on you to go the extra mile. “No point in wasting your tears over a limp-dick loser like him, right?"
Sukuna cocked his head, hand dropping to your throat so that he could squeeze lightly. He held you there, thrusting into you shallowly whilst keeping your eyes on his.
“All you needed was this dick, didn't you? I'll make you feel better."
At the feeling of his tongue slithering over your cheek, you felt your orgasm rip through you suddenly. It was too much along, especially when Sukuna was fucking you relentlessly trying to chase his own release with a groan.
“Yeah, milk my cock. Juuust like that, sweetheart."
He fucked into you again with a hiss, stopping the frantic rhythm of his hips once he felt the cum spurt out of his dewy tip. The heat within you intensified as he pressed his hips firmly against yours, making sure you took every last drop of his release into your welcoming cunt.
Sweat dripped down his chest, coating him with a sheen that you just wanted to lick off. But instead of regaining your wits, Sukuna dragged two long fingers over your cunt and gathered the creamy mess that had accumulated there.
“Be a darlin' and suck for me. Show me that prick isn't on your mind anymore."
You happily obliged, eyes lidded as you sucked around his digits.
“Good girl.” His lips found your forehead, deceivingly sweet as ever despite the fact that you were sucking a filthy mixture of your cum off of his fingers. “Heh, don't worry about the panties. Got plenty more in my drawer."
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"Wanna take this to the bedroom?"