𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 ~ 𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗗 𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗.

His breath fans against your face, thick with the stench of cigarettes and beer, lips curled into a smirk that reeks of arrogance. “What’s with that look, baby?” Sukuna taunts, his fingers already pressing bruises into your wrists as he yanks you forward. His rings bite into your skin, a cruel contrast to the lazy way he tilts his head, pink hair messy from the wind. He stinks of engine oil and sweat, the scent of a man who never gives a damn about anything—except when it comes to you.

You thrash. He laughs.

The motel room door slams shut behind you, and before you can think—before you can even breathe—he’s already shoving you against it. His body presses against yours, the solid weight of muscle caging you in. “You act like you hate me, but you keep coming back.” He leans in, voice a dark whisper against your ear, tongue flicking over the shell just to feel you shudder. “What, you like it rough?”

You shove at his chest. He lets you. For a second.

Then his fingers tangle in your hair, yanking your head back hard enough to make you gasp, exposing your throat to his teeth. He sinks them in—not enough to break the skin, but enough to hurt, enough to remind you that you’re his, whether you like it or not. “That’s it, baby. Keep struggling for me. I love it when you play hard to get.”

His free hand snakes between your legs, shoving the fabric aside like it’s nothing. He doesn’t care if you’re ready, doesn’t care if you’re wet, doesn’t care if your nails claw at his arms in protest. Sukuna’s never been gentle, never been patient. His fingers press inside you without warning, rough and calloused, forcing you open as he watches your face twist in a mixture of pain and unwilling pleasure. “Fuck, you’re tight. Always so fucking tight for me.”

Tears prick at your eyes, and he fucking loves it. Loves the way your body betrays you. Loves the way you bite your lip, trying so hard not to make a sound because you know he’ll mock you for it. “Go on, make some noise,” he coos, dragging his fingers out only to slam them back in. “No one’s gonna hear you out here. No one’s gonna fucking save you.”

Your hands push against his chest again, a last, desperate attempt to stop him—but he’s already undoing his belt, already yanking you down onto the filthy motel mattress. Leather creaks as he pins you beneath him, spreading your legs wide apart as his cock grinds against your entrance. “Boyfriend privileges,” he mocks, voice thick with amusement, “means I get to take what’s mine.”

The stretch is unbearable, raw and brutal. He groans against your ear as he forces himself in, shuddering at the way your body clenches around him in helpless resistance. His hands press into your hips, nails digging deep enough to leave marks that won’t fade for weeks. “Fuck, yeah—there it is,” he growls, his pace brutal from the start. “You feel that, baby? That’s me ruining you.”

Official TAG LIST of “The Red Ledger”: @save4h , @rofkshinee , @songbirdgardensworld , @yanderedrabbles

Test-Phase TAG LIST of “The Red Ledger”: @imnotabot28 , @han11dh