Hey Chris self-indulgentwriting, I hope you are having a great Valentine's Day! I'm your secret cupid for Kar's event! I hope you enjoy this piece. It was fun to write. I chose Sukuna out of your choices, I hope it came out well! :)

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Summary: Sukuna has always been the one person everyone told you to avoid, he goes through women like water. You refuse to be another notch on his long list. You've done your best to avoid him, but he always gets what he wants and he's set his sights on you.

Word count: 3293


Rocking back on his heels for a moment, he surveyed the people below him, his vermillion eyes roaming over the masses of college students. Many were in his year, in his classes or whom he knew in passing. Sukuna knew many people, too many really, all who who wanted to get in his good graces. Women who fawned over him, who were all too willing to give him whatever he wanted. Why? Why you may ask. It was simple really; they wanted his talents, his connections at the school, his father's influence to move things in their favor just by association with little more than a word. Yeah, yeah his father was an amazing businessman, holding the top position as CEO of one of the most prominent medical and technological companies that Japan had ever seen.

Where did that leave him though? Nowhere fast, just the delinquent, snobby rich kid. The one person people hung out with because they wanted something from him. It was pathetic, all of it. Everyone.

He hated it.

Hated the false friendships, the lies, the deception. He wanted to be seen and yet no one had been able to prove themselves to be loyal to him. All too many were quick to rat him out to his father to do his bidding. No one to see who lurked underneath the arrogance, the temper, the many masks he wore.

With no one to see, with no one to care for who he was, he became who everyone expected and lost himself along the way.

He'd not always been arrogant, selfish and entitled.

No, when his mother had been alive, he'd been caring, kind and furiously protective of her. She was his one weakness.

Nothing lasts forever and it was a harsh lesson as he remembered the day she was taken from him. He'd changed, how could he not? His ability to love bled out of him, his anger and his rage turned him into someone else, a shadow of the boy his mother had loved so unconditionally.

Perhaps it was why tonight was one he wanted to forget and he had every intention of drinking himself into a supper and losing himself with whoever fell into his arms first.

He had his own preferences with the women who warmed his bed, he kept it the ones who flirted obviously with him, the ones who wanted something from him. He had no qualms about taking from them either.

Sukuna avoided the quiet, shy types of women or anyone who was generally nice to him. They reminded him of his mother and he didn't want to break the few good people left in this world.

So one could say he had morals, as twisted as they may be. He didn't want to drag an Angel down to Hell with him.

He smirked to himself as he leaned against the railing and looked upon those below as a king from his throne and it wasn't long before a few had noticed him, few bold enough to wave to him. Tonight would be all too easy to wear himself out with a willing occupant or two.

He began his descent into the realm of the mortals.

Slipping among the crowd and wishing he could enjoy a little anonymity for a moment as he caught his breath as he moved toward the kitchen, it was all too easy to grab a beer from the metal tub filled with ice. He let his gaze drift over the few who lingered on various seats.

"I've been looking for you everywhere," the voice caused him to school his features, but that was nothing to the way his body tensed at the contact of the arm around his shoulder. His intoxication whiffing over him at such a level it made the pink haired man nauseous.

"Mihito!" Sukuna hissed dangerously as he placed his large hand against the other's chest and shoved his uncoordinated ass off him with a little too much force.

The silver haired man stumbled back and would have crashed right into you, if Megumi the dark haired boy you were with hadn't been with you, to not only pull you to the side out of the way and to keep the other from falling with a hand on his shoulder. His dark eyes clashed with Sukuna's over the other man's shoulder as though expecting an apology for what had been a horrible chain of events.

The only thing Sukuna noticed for a moment was your eyes as you peered around your savior to regard him with wide pretty eyes. He glanced at you and then down to the way Megumi had linked your fingers together.

His smirk widened as he watched the way the other boy's eyes darkened and his fingers tightened on your own.

"Mihito, you should apologize for your fuck up," Sukuna told him, a small smile graced his lips but his red eyes were hard and cold.

The long silver haired man flashed a drunken smile and twirled on his feet to face the two of you. "My bad, sorry." He gave a closed eyed smile as he bowed to you both before looking around for his friends.

In the confusion Sukuna had slipped out of the room and into the crowd.

The party had been in full swing after he'd slipped from his room in the fraternity house. He mingled with the masses as was expected, his fingers curled around a beer that he'd barely touched.

He didn't pay you any mind at all, his curiosity was something he'd pushed away, but it would seem fate had other plans in store for you both.

You pulled your hand free from Megumi, your voice found as you frowned at him and where the older boy had left. You hadn't missed him leaving as your best friend had. "It's no problem, accidents happen," you said softly, a small smile tilting the edge of your lips. You were nervous, this wasn't your usual scene at all. You preferred the library, or less busy gatherings. A movie night at your friends with a group or out to dinner was all you needed.

This party was actually Yuji's idea and by extension Megumi had dragged you along, after you had offhandedly mentioned being curious about the frat parties that happened, just for the college experience your older sister was always raving about and so far…well so far you weren't impressed.

It wasn't fun, you'd been jostled tonight, bumped into and many seemed aware that you didn't belong here. If some of the looks were anything to go by. A few were nice though, so it wasn't a complete wash, but you were looking for an excuse to go home, your only problem was — Megumi. He was the older brother you wished you didn't have and to be total honest most of the time it was cool, but tonight it just seemed like he was suffocating.

He steered you away from some of the drinking games being played and he definitely wasn't letting you go on the patio where the heated pool was being used by so many others.

Just because you didn't drink, didn't mean you couldn't have fun. It didn't mean that you didn't want too. You sighed softly as you managed to slip away from him as Yuji had enveloped the other in a shoulder hug, complete with messing up his hair as the young man winked at you from over Megumi's head.

You stepped out of the kitchen making a run dash for it, you weren't sure where you were heading, you just wanted a moment to do whatever you wanted without a chaperone. You slid past Satoru Gojo and Utahime Iori as the two were heading out of a darkened hallway, the white haired young man had a cigarette to his lips and the two were passing it back and forth, and it didn't smell like a regular cigarette.

"Where's the fire Y/N?" Gojo called as you twisted on your feet and twirled to face with him a wide grin. You shouldn't have taken such enjoyment from ditching Megumi, but you just couldn't help causing a little trouble.

"In the kitchen!" You called to him, his resounding laugh echoed as he knew exactly who you were giving the slip as you spun back around and slammed into the hard muscular chest of someone who hadn't been there three seconds ago. You were sure of it.

While his body didn't move, yours sure did, rebounding back as your foot slid on someone's discarded red paper cup and you began to fall back. The only sound able to leave your lips was a started gasp.


The flash of your wide startled eyes collided with his own and instead of letting you fall as he should have done, he found himself moving. His fingers snagged your wrist and pulled. His firm hold tightening as he caught you once more against his chest, only this time you weren't going anywhere.

Sukuna ground his teeth together as he looked down at you for a few spare moments as the crowd hadn't noticed what happened. You were still in shock of the whole ordeal, not yet having figured out that you were safe and sound.

"Watch it," he said roughly, his voice a low rumbling growl as you took a breath he could feel as your fingers pressing into the fabric of his expensive t-shirt. He hated the way his body reacted to you, he'd never had such a reaction to anyone.

Your fingers pressed against his chest as you pushed yourself away from him, finding your footing as you didn't notice the way he kicked the cup away with his foot. "I'm so sorry," you said quickly, your voice soft, a delicate cadence that filled his ears. "Are you ok?" Added quickly, your eyes roaming over him as though you could have possible hurt him.

The worry in your tone, caused something in his chest to tighten. When was the last time anyone has ever worried about him? The answer was one that made his chest tighten, he couldn't remember anyone asking aside from his mother, a few of the house staff, and perhaps his middle school teacher after his mother's death...but anyone lately, no. He could take care of himself and he had everything under control.

"A little thing like you is hardly going to hurt me," he gloated with a wolfish smirk.

You only frowned at the handsome, tattooed man, as though you didn't exactly believe him and yet you couldn't exactly call him out on it. "I'll have you know, I may be tiny, but I'm dangerous!"

Those words might have held more weight had you not stumbled over them half way through and if your cheeks weren't flushing with color. The words had sounded so much better in your head, then they were hanging between you.

He shouldn't have laughed, his whole body rocking as his arms encircled his middle. It was a few moments before he had himself under control again.

His laughter had drawn the attention of a few in the crowd closest to you. The added attention wasn't what you wanted, and you could feel the heat on your cheeks ragging as you crossed your arms over your chest.

His eyes darkened and he grinned as though making fun of you and it was true that he was. What were you doing playing with fire as you were, playing with someone so dangerous? He would burn you alive and yet here you were standing before him as though you weren't afraid of him.

The fact that you weren't scrambling over yourself so enamored with who he was, that you weren't seeing him for the person that he was. Strangely it would seem that you weren't like everyone else. He wasn't sure what possessed him to take you from the party that night. To take you away from your friends.

When he'd suggested leaving, as he'd egged you on just a little testing you, he'd expected you to retreat, to backaway, but the fact that you had chosen to stay by his side was something unexpected. Gift he hadn't felt he deserved, but one he would find himself cherishing as whatever this was between you too flourished into something unexpected.


~A few Months Later~

His firm hands brushed down your arms and you leaned a little more against his chest as the warm water and bubbles flutter around you both. This hadn't been how the night had been originally going. His legs bent and encasing your own, you pretended to be unaware of the hard bobbing ridge nestled between his stomach and your lower back.

As his low chuckle filled your ears, his breath tickled your neck and the shell of your ear. You tried to keep from squirming back into him. This was an innocent bath excursion, but you wouldn't mind if it went to other places and it would seem neither did he.

"Careful," he murmured in your ear as your ass pressed back against his length and his fingers tightened on your jaw. "Don't start something you can't finish," he warned.

Your eyes narrowed and his lips quirked up in that sexy little number. "I always finish for you," those words had come out without a filter and it was clear just who was wearing off on you. Your cheeks flushed red and your pretty eyes had widened.

Sukuna's laughter filled the expansive master bathroom. His cock rubbing against your ass as you let out a soft moan just for him. "That's right baby," he growled as his hands curled along your hips, drawing you over his cock, allowing himself to settle between your legs. He didn't slide inside, he wanted you to beg for it. Beg for him.

You leaned forward, your back still pressed against his chest as your mouth claimed his own. You shifted your weight, turning to face him as your wet fingers cupped his cheeks, as you slid your tongue over his bottom lip seeking permission, seeking entrance.

He gave a low groan as you rolled your hips over his straining cock, your tongue sliding into his mouth to dance with his own. Your soft sound swallowed by his own, as his arms snaked along your back drawing you closer, tighter to his chest.

You arched up on your knees in the water, the tip of his long, heavy cock brushing against your core at this change in angle.

He's always the one in control, the one making all the moves, all the decisions, but tonight it's different. You sink down as you suck his tongue into your mouth. Your legs widening over his hips, his cock pressing against your wet entrance, you bear down taking him inside, taking him deeper as he rolls his hips involuntarily.

"Fuck," he pants ripping his mouth away from yours his red eyes looking into your own. You're now just barely the same height as him in this position.

You roll your hips, a little testing the moment. His cock stretches you wide. The tip kissing where you need it most.

"You little minx!" he growled softly, his hands settling on your hips, he didn't help you, but he didn't look angry either, at least not precisely.

Taking away his control was just your way of wanting to show him that it was ok to let go every once in a while. It showed that he could be vulnerable with you.

"Let me show you," you pressed your lips against his ear, your body flush against his own, as you let your hips sink back down over his cock.

He gave a groan against your neck, his fingers tightening low on your hips as you kept a slow deep roll of your hips, rising and falling as you took him in.

His hard heavy cock splitting you wide, he feel the way your heat enveloped him. He met your slow roll of your hips with careful light movements of his own. He wanted to drag this out longer. He wanted you to see that you needed him to take you over the edge.

Each time you went down on him, he could feel you getting wetter, getting closer to losing yourself, but just not close enough. You needed more.

"Tell me what you need baby," he pressed as your hot soft sounds filled his ears.

His hands still, your hips flush against his, his cock buried inside of you, but there was no friction, no movement that helped you chase what only he'd ever been able to give you.

"You, p-please," you beg as his tongue skirts along your neck.

His dangerous low chuckle reaches your ears as he shifts in the tub, water sloshing over the edge but neither of you care as he sets you down with the shower wall at your back and the smooth marble against your ass. His fingers raise your left leg up higher over his shoulder.

You curl the other against his hip, his cock reaching deeper. He rolls his hips against yours as your nails dig into his back, as you whine with pleasure as his cock strokes the most intimate of places.

"Sing for me baby," he demands with another powerful roll of his hips as he thrusts harder, faster and deeper, his fingers digging against your body taking everything you will give him.

You do, you sing, you praise him. You beg him not to stop, and when words fail you, he doesn't mind as he gets off on the sounds he can pull from you. Making you lose your tightly leash control.

He doesn't stop as you sob his name, his fingers circling your nub, nursing that your release is taking you over the edge. He fucks you through your orgasim and into another in quick succession, maybe it's because he'd lifted you higher against the shower wall the glass supporting your weight and his arms along your bottom ensuring your safe in his arms.

He groans your name as his release fills your pussy and dribbles down your leg. He doesn't pull out of you just yet, instead taking a moment to catch his breath. He pulls out of you as he lowers you to the marble seat.

An apology is almost on his lips, that sort of thing isn't unusual, not when he feels he may have been too rough with you. Your fingers touch his wrist, the touch feather light and cause his eyes to drift to your own and the soft smile on your lips as you drift your fingers down the inside of his wrist to skirt his palm.

"You, always you," you tell him softly, and his low sound of agreement reaches your ears as your fingers lace with his and as his fingers tighten on your own. You marvel at his level of trust in you, at his love. It didn't need to be said, you just knew.

You both knew.

You were his safe place and you would always be.


A/N: I hope you enjoyed this! Thanks for reading!

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