𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 ~ 𝖘𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓 𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓

He tells himself it’s just a fuck.

You’re just another girl under him—something to break, to ruin. He’s done it a thousand times, taken what he wanted, left them sobbing, humiliated, addicted. He never cared.

But you.

Sukuna slams you against the mattress, his breath ragged, his nails leaving raw, burning scratches across your thighs as he forces them apart. His cock twitches, hard enough to hurt. The air reeks of sweat, of lust so thick it’s suffocating. And your eyes—those trembling, defiant eyes—only make him fucking hungrier.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it,” he snarls, voice rough, cruel, a cocky sneer twisting his lips. He’s got your wrists pinned in one fist, ironclad, while the other grips your throat, squeezing until your breath hitches. “Look at you, fuckin’ soaked. That pretty little pussy knows who owns it.”

You shake your head, a pathetic denial that only makes his grin widen. He can feel your body trembling, muscles straining, the desperate little gasps you make as you try to push him off.

You can’t.

He wants you to know that.

When he forces himself inside you, it’s brutal—stretching, splitting, forcing you open on his cock with a single thrust that makes you scream. Your back bows, legs kicking in protest, but his grip tightens. His whole body shudders. Fuck. You’re so tight it makes him dizzy.

He groans, forehead dropping to your shoulder, biting down—hard. “F-Fuck. Shit—”

This is fucking humiliating.

He’s lost it. Ryōmen fucking Sukuna, king of the streets, untouchable, unshakable—reduced to a fucking animal because of you. His whole body is on fire, his brain blank. He ruts into you mindlessly, jaw clenched, growling, panting, fucking you like a beast in heat.

He should be making you cry harder, forcing out sobs, making you suffer—but he’s the one suffering. He can’t stop.

Your body is heaven and hell, burning him alive. Every time he slams into you, your pussy clenches so tight he nearly blacks out. The sound of your choked cries, the squelch of your slick, the creak of the bed under his violent thrusts—it all drives him insane.

“Fuckin’—hate you,” he gasps, dragging his teeth over your collarbone, bruising, marking, making you his. “Shit, baby, you’re gonna make me—fuck—”

His pace falters. His grip turns desperate.

And then he’s coming, spilling deep, body locking up as a guttural, desperate snarl tears from his throat. His hips keep moving, fucking his cum into you, his breath hitching, his mind blank.

He swore he wouldn’t lose control.

He swore you were just a fuck.

But his arms are still around you, breath still shaking against your skin, his cock twitching inside your wrecked, used body.

He should leave.

But he doesn’t.

Because he already knows—he’ll never let you go.

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