Your legs are forced open, pinned wide apart by the crushing weight of his body.

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Your legs are forced open, pinned wide apart by the crushing weight of his body. Your thighs burn from the stretch, but Sukuna doesn’t careβ€”he never does.

He’s got you locked beneath him in a perfect mating press, your knees folded to your chest, ankles hooked over his broad shoulders. The position leaves you completely exposed, spread so obscenely that the wet, messy squelch of your ruined cunt is loud enough to echo through the dimly lit bedroom.

β€œYou feel that, baby?” he breathes, grinning as he rolls his hips forward, forcing his cock impossibly deeper. His voice is low, husky with amusement, with ownership. β€œI’m inside youβ€”so fuckin’ deep.”

Your breath hitches. Your fingers tremble against his shoulders, nails pressing into the sweat-slicked muscle of his back.

β€œToo muchβ€”Sukuna, I can’t—”

β€œBullshit,” he cuts you off, sharp and cruel. His hands tighten around your thighs, keeping you open, keeping you trapped. β€œYou’re takin’ me just fine. Look—”

You don’t want to. You don’t want to see.

But he grabs your wrist, forces your hand down, pressing your palm flat against the bulge in your lower stomachβ€”the undeniable proof of just how deep he is, how he’s splitting you apart from the inside out.

A fresh wave of humiliation crashes over you.

He groans at the sight of it, at the way your body betrays you, swallowing him whole despite the way your legs shake, despite the tears clinging to your lashes.

β€œThat’s my fuckin’ girl,” he rasps, fucking into you harder, rougher, the brutal pace sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through your nerves. His voice is thick with possession, with obsession. β€œTakin’ my cock like you were made for it.”

You turn your face away, pressing your cheek into the pillow, ashamed, humiliatedβ€”

He doesn’t like that.

A rough hand grips your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

β€œUh-uh, princess. Look at me,” he orders, and when you refuseβ€”when you squeeze your eyes shutβ€”his fingers tighten, digging bruises into your skin.

A warning.

β€œOpen those pretty fuckin’ eyes before I make you.”

The threat sends a sharp, instinctual shiver of fear down your spine. You force your eyes open, looking up at him, watching as he looms over you, all muscle and power, a sadistic smirk stretched across his face.

β€œThere’s my good girl,” he purrs, rewarding your obedience with a particularly deep thrust, dragging a strangled gasp from your lips. β€œFuck, you’re squeezing me so tight. You close?”

You shake your head, a weak, pitiful denial.

Sukuna just laughs. β€œLiar.”

His hands slide lower, pressing down on your stomach, forcing you to feel him.

β€œYou’re gonna cum on my cock, baby,” he promises, voice dripping with cruelty. β€œOver and over. Doesn’t matter if you want to.”

His hips slam forward.

β€œYou’re mine.”

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