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If you were to ask Sukuna why Yuuji drove her crazy, she would say that it was because she was incredibly stubborn.
Sure, Yuuji had big, round golden eyes and plump lips that Sukuna fantasized about shoving her cock between. And sure, she’d rubbed herself raw to a rotating spank bank of Yuuji’s tits straining against the front of her uniform shirt, and the rolls of fat spilling over her skirt’s waistline. But if that was all she wanted, Sukuna would have settled for watching porn.
No, it was Yuuji’s batshit bullheadedness that had caught Sukuna’s interest from their very first meeting. Who the hell assaulted a complete stranger over a mediocre donut, viral or not? Itadori Yuuji, that was who.
She’d only aborted the violence when she recognized Sukuna as the mukbang vlogger Malevolent Kitchen. Then she had morphed from disgruntled, violent little gremlin to enamored fan—and then back to disgruntled, less-violent gremlin when Sukuna teased her. Haughty brat. But her theatrics amused Sukuna enough that she gave Yuuji a list of restaurants to try instead of Chicken Fried Donut.
If, in the following weeks, she paid a little more attention to her ViewTube comments and livestream chats than she normally did, nobody had to know.
And if she brought up her encounter at Chicken Fried Donut to bait Yuuji into interacting…well, it worked, didn’t it?
tonydatigersintern: i forgive u bc your restaurant recs were rly good :)
Sukuna banned her immediately (“No minors in the chat. Are the kids these days illiterate?”).
Yuuji DMed her a few minutes later.
tonydatigersintern: wtf u can talk abt me on camera but i can’t be in the chat???
MalevolentKitchen: Life’s unfair. I thought you learned that at Chicken Fried Donut.
tonydatigersintern: U JERK!! I TAKE IT BACK I DON’T FORGIVE YOU.
MalevolentKitchen: Oh no, whatever will I do. I can’t go on unless I earn your forgiveness.
tonydatigersintern: if u do me a favor i’ll consider it :)
MalevolentKitchen: I was being ironic, you idiot.
The “favor” was doing a cooking demo for the Home Ec club’s stall at the school festival. Sukuna didn't respond to Yuuji’s message where she trustingly gave the date and address, didn’t plan on continuing this brief flirtation. Yet somehow, she’d ended up behind a shitty foldout table, making yakisoba for a crowd of greasy high schoolers with Yuuji’s assistance.
It was the ruffly, heart-patterned apron Yuuji wore that made Sukuna sweep her off to a fancy restaurant after the festival. Yuuji looked like a blushing housewife (if you ignored the school uniform underneath the apron). Judging from their moony expressions, many of her male classmates shared Sukuna’s fantasy; and few things delighted Sukuna as much the disappointment on a person's face when she snatched the choicest morsel from under their nose.
Getting to eat that morsel, on the other hand, was an uphill battle. See: Yuuji’s insane stubbornness. She had turned her indomitable will towards caging Sukuna in a mostly-chaste relationship. Making out was permitted; heavy petting over the clothes and above the waist was permitted; even phone sex was permitted. But that pussy? Just out of arm’s reach. It had Sukuna panting after Yuuji like some pathetic dog.
Yuuji wanted her—she’d seen the glazed look in her eyes whenever their petting sessions got especially heavy— but she was determined to run Sukuna through the gauntlet before letting her taste even a morsel. Luckily for her, Sukuna loved the thrill of walking a tightrope between wanting more of the chase and pinning Yuuji down and raping her until she squirted.
For the moment, Sukuna wanted the chase more, even if Yuuji was testing her patience. She’d been trying to convince Yuuji to let her buy her a gift for weeks. Yesterday, during their daily pre-bedtime phone call, Yuuji had finally relented. Sort of.
“Okay, how about you buy me some makeup from Don Quijote?”
“I’ll take you to a department store,” Sukuna countered. “What’s the point of buying you something you can afford yourself?”
Yuuji didn’t have a job, but Sukuna knew her parents gave her an allowance.
“What’s the point of spending a bunch of money on me that you could spend on yourself?” Yuuji shot back.
“So I can spoil you, brat. I thought girls liked it when their boyfriends spoil them.”
She didn’t need to see Yuuji to be dead certain that the younger girl was red-faced and fluttery, just like she was every time Sukuna referred to herself as Yuuji’s boyfriend.
However, Yuuji’s voice was much too casual when she replied, “That’s not me.”
Sukuna clicked her tongue in annoyance. Yuuji was a liar. She loved playing into their younger girlfriend-older boyfriend dynamic, loved being doted on, loved how she could be sweet and submissive around Sukuna and feel like it was a choice—something she wanted, rather than something expected.
Of course, Yuuji also frequently chose not to play her role. This happened whenever she felt like doing so would give Sukuna the advantage. Which was hilarious, because Sukuna was a well-to-do 26-year-old and Yuuji was a first year in high school. Sukuna had the advantage no matter what.
But it was boring to play a rigged game. She could afford to let Yuuji feel like she’d won every once in a while. So the next day, she finished recording for her next video, sent the footage to Uraume for them to edit, then made the drive from Tokyo to Sendai.
The only cloud in the sky was a phone call from her mom. She knew Sukuna too well to call often. In turn, Sukuna knew better than to ignore her, so she picked up and endured an agonizing 20 minutes of small talk before her mom got around to the real point: wrangling a promise from Sukuna to visit the family estate next weekend.
“It’s your grandfather’s death anniversary.”
Like the old man would care if Sukuna was there or not. When he was alive, he never let her forget that she was Ryoumen on ink and paper only. If anything, he’d be offended that an ungrateful riffraff like Sukuna was tending to his grave.
But he was dead and Sukuna’s parents were alive, and it was them who wanted her home.
Sukuna’s bad mood ebbed when she pulled up to the coffee shop where Yuuji always waited for her. Yuuji stood outside, blowing on a steaming paper cup. She was bundled up in her winter uniform, accessorized with a homemade-looking scarf and thick knee-high socks.
Sukuna pinched the sliver of skin—pale from sunless winter days—between her socks and her skirt hem.
Yuuji shrieked and slapped her hand away. “Perv! At least say hello first!”
“Hello. Now can I cop a feel?”
“No.”
“Tease.”
Yuuji leaned over the center console and kissed her cheek. Her lips were soft snowflakes that soothed Sukuna’s irritation. They went to Don Quijote, and Sukuna only pointed out twice that all the lipstick colors were basically the same.
“They are not. And I know you’re just saying that to annoy me. If you can tell the difference between different types of soy sauce, you can tell the difference between shades of lipstick.”
“The differences in soy sauce are functional, unlike these lipstick shades, which are just marketed differently to give idiots like you the illusion of choice.”
A display ad caught Sukuna’s attention. Plump and glossy fruits—wine-red pomegranates, bruise-purple grapes, midnight-dark blueberries—were strewn across a table. In the middle of the artful mess stood three uncapped lipstick tubes, their sizes magnified so that viewers could admire the decadently creamy texture of their pigment.
Sukuna pointed. “These look like they’re good quality.”
Yuuji glanced over. “Oh, that brand’s supposed to be good. But the colors are too bold. I want something I can wear to school without being dress coded.”
“Ah. My Lips But Better.”
Yuuji’s mouth dropped open. “Wow, Sukuna, I’m surprised you know that!”
“I’m a dyke, not an idiot.”
Actually, Sukuna had learned about it somewhat recently. All the back and forth about Don Quijote versus a department store had prompted Sukuna’s ViewTube app to recommend makeup tutorials. She’d watched one while doing post-workout stretches. It was research. She didn’t plan to be sidelined as an ignorant fool when she took Yuuji makeup shopping.
The video had garnered a lot of engagement because of something risque that the poster said. Grinning, Sukuna hooked a finger into Yuuji’s collar and pulled so she could peek down the front of her shirt.
“I heard that the best MLBB color is the one that matches your nipples.”
Any sight of Yuuji’s nipples was, of course, hidden by her bra. But Sukuna still got to see the jiggle of her breasts as she squawked and slapped Sukuna’s hand away.
“Ugh, you—!”
Her entire face flushed a pretty pink, but Sukuna could tell that her crassness flattered Yuuji. This was why playing with Yuuji amused her. Yuuji didn’t have the sense to worry about the consequences of flouting conventions of decency. She didn’t realize that Sukuna worked as a vlogger not just because she enjoyed it, but because it was one of the few jobs she could do without cramming herself into a cage of respectability—and that associating with Sukuna meant that Yuuji would also be denied “normalcy” and the stability that came with it.
Sukuna had no intention of allowing her to realize this before it was too late for her to change her mind.
Yuuji picked a lipstick that was dark plum, nearly brown. Sukuna refrained from saying anything until after she paid for it (the cashier stared at them with wide eyes and Sukuna stared right back, daring her to say something) and they were standing outside Don Quijote.
“So, does it match?”
Yuuji went red again, but this time she fought back: “Why don’t you see for yourself?”
And thus Sukuna found herself tied to a chair. They had returned to her cramped Airbnb, where Yuuji applied her new lipstick with an ease that never failed to enthrall Sukuna. Then she’d walked Sukuna over to a chair, shoved her down, and secured her hands behind it.
Sukuna was sick of sitting still. She’d done it for two hours just to come see Yuuji. If Yuuji wasn’t even going to let her touch (“Looking only”) she could at least strip a little bit faster.
“Nice bra,” Sukuna sneered. “You got matching granny panties on?”
Yuuji frowned, refusing to rise to the bait. “If you want to find out, you should shut up,” she answered, before taking her hilariously un-sexy sports bra off and dropping it to the floor.
Sukuna licked her suddenly-dry lips. Fuck. Yuuji had perfect tits. Not perfect as in the perky water balloons that so many porn stars and idols boasted. Perfect as in they hung like heavy fruits, swaying a little as Yuuji shifted from foot to foot, shy as if she hadn’t told Sukuna to her face that she intended to make her work for her meal. Freckles sprayed across her collarbone and dotted the very tops of her breasts. Her nipples—large, soft and wrinkled like wine-soaked raisins—were a dark purple-brown color.
Sukuna’s cunt throbbed. “Well, what do you know. They really do match your lipstick color.”
Yuuji blossomed under the attention. Daringly, she walked up to Sukuna and pressed her tits together. “How long has it been since you’ve even seen boobs? There’s drool dripping down your chin.”
“Brat,” Sukuna half moaned, half growled. It turned her on so much when Yuuji gave her lip. And to do it while she was putting on a show with her tits, squeezing them until they spilled between her fingers...Sukuna’s hips bucked up involuntarily.
“Let me put my mouth on them,” she demanded. “You can keep me tied up. I just want to suck on your nipples.”
Yuuji wrestled with the temptation. No doubt she was thinking about what a loud slut she became whenever Sukuna lapped the shell of her ear. How much better would Sukuna’s tongue feel somewhere much more sensitive? Then she dropped her tits and placed her hands on her hips, determined to be a stubborn brat rather than a pliable slut.
“I knew you’d be like this. If I let you use your mouth, then no way you’ll be satisfied with just that. You’re definitely definitely gonna try to talk me into having sex.”
“So let me fuck you,” Sukuna drawled. “We both know it’s going to happen sooner or later.”
She didn’t expect Yuuji to agree, of course. It was the bargaining, the push and pull that Sukuna was looking for. The hesitation in Yuuji’s face as her desire wrestled with her well-founded fear of allowing Sukuna to take more than she already had.
Little did she know, Sukuna wasn’t the kind of fool who lost interest once she’d gotten into a girl’s pants. The only reason she was chasing Yuuji at all was because she knew there was more to conquering her than taking her virginity. She wouldn’t be satisfied until Yuuji was completely hers, mind and body.
“Come on, brat. Let me taste those tits.”
Yuuji blushed. “You’re a serious pervert,” she mumbled.
Sukuna thought it would end there. Yuuji would put her bra and shirt back on, they would get something to eat, and then Sukuna would drop her off near her house.
But then Yuuji put one knee on the chair between Sukuna’s legs. She wrapped her arm around Sukuna’s neck and pecked her on the lips chastely (or as chastely as one could while being topless). “No, thanks. I like people who know how to honor agreements.”
Sukuna weighed the new options that had just been presented to her. She could put her mouth on Yuuji’s tits right now. She was pretty sure any protests would be overridden by Yuuji’s natural sluttiness. Yuuji would melt and let Sukuna make her feel good. Thinking about Yuuji’s nipples swelling and growing slippery as Sukuna sucked on them made her hips buck again, trying to find some friction against Yuuji’s knees.
But what about the aftermath? Yuuji would undoubtedly be pissed. As slutty as she was, she was equally prideful. She believed that Sukuna only wanted one thing from her. Well, Sukuna wasn’t trying to convince her otherwise: it was better if Yuuji grew so desperate that she threw away what she thought of as her one advantage. If Sukuna wanted that to happen, she needed to keep Yuuji waiting, too.
She returned Yuuji’s kiss, sighing. “Fine. But at least go back to playing with them. I liked that.”
Yuuji giggled. The silly bitch was taken in by Sukuna’s show of acquiescence. It made her bold enough to straddle Sukuna’s lap and squeeze her tits. Then she used her thumb to circle her nipple until it pebbled.
Yuuji’s thighs were warm as they squeezed on either side of Sukuna’s hips. Damn, she wished she’d taken her pants off before Yuuji tied her up.
It was taking all of her self control not to nip at Yuuji’s fingers and tits. Her skin was so fucking smooth and soft. However, there was ample payoff to letting Yuuji believe she had the upper hand right now. Every inch that Sukuna gave just paved the road to a future where Yuuji always bent to her will.
She tilted her chin up and grinned. “Have I told you lately that you’re sexy? But such a tease.”
“Stop trying to get in my pants,” Yuuji chided.
The words might have held more bite if she didn’t start rocking her hips against Sukuna. Her head dropped into the crook of Sukuna’s neck. She mouthed at the skin there and rocked harder.
Ah, this was what Sukuna liked so much about Yuuji. Even when she was being this slutty, she was so genuine, so open about her pleasure that she made rubbing a wet spot onto Sukuna’s pants seem innocent. She pushed her hips up so Yuuji could rub more easily. Sukuna wondered if Yuuji could get off like this. Her entire body thrummed with pleasure at the thought. She’d only ever gotten to hear Yuuji orgasm over the phone. In fact, this was the most desperate she’d ever seen the brat.
She turned her head and licked the rim of Yuuji’s ear, chuckling when Yuuji shuddered. “Cute.”
“Shut up,” Yuuji gasped. Then, to Sukuna’s surprise and delight, she shoved a hand down her underwear (other than being patterned with silly cartoon tiger faces, they were pretty much granny panties) and started rubbing her clit.
“Shit,” Yuuji whimpered, mouth latching onto Sukuna’s neck. Her hand knocked against Sukuna’s stomach harder, faster.
Sukuna gave a heated sigh. It morphed into a hiss when Yuuji’s teeth sank in. Could there be a more delicious torture than having a pretty girl rubbing one off in your lap, body shaking and tits heaving while you’re powerless to do anything?
“Bad kitty,” Sukuna mocked. “Did you get this excited just because I complimented your body?”
Yuuji shook her head vehemently, burying her face deeper against Sukuna’s neck. “Just—stop being a jackass for five minutes,” she said. But the demand was empty when she couldn’t even pause while touching herself.
So offended. So desperate. Warmth, the kind that only came when she was demeaning a pretty girl, enveloped Sukuna’s body like she was sinking into a hot spring.
“I think you like it when I’m a jackass, so long as I keep complimenting you, right?” Her voice grew hoarse as Yuuji bucked in her lap. “Pretty girl. Sexy girl. Your body drives me crazy. I bet your clit’s all swollen and wet now.”
Yuuji drank up the compliments like the attention-starved slut that she was. She nodded and admitted aloud, “Y-Yeah, it’s sensitive.” Then she leaned back in Sukuna’s lap so Sukuna could more easily see her stroking her clit. Her other hand went to a nipple and pinched.
“Sukuna, feels good,” she whimpered.
Yuuji’s skin flushed pink everywhere, darkening the freckles across her chest. Her nipples, swollen and plump, had flushed a darker shade. She was a peach ripening on its bough, and Sukuna the orchardist nurturing her to the perfect texture and sweetness. Yuuji already had a natural inclination towards the same sexual tastes as Sukuna. With some encouragement, she would embrace everything as eagerly as she’d taken to the boyfriend-girlfriend play.
Humiliation. Submission. Pain. She was pinching her nipples hard, tugging with sharp little jerks that made her gasp. How much pain could she take before she started screaming? Pain from Sukuna torturing her tits, pain from Sukuna raping her pussy. Fuck, her pussy. The chubby outer lips parted where Yuuji rubbed desperately at her engorged clit. Yuuji’s carpets matched her drapes, Sukuna noted with amusement, though the pubic hair was a slightly darker shade of pink.
She couldn’t believe Yuuji was letting her see this, when all she’d been promised was a glimpse of her tits. The headiness from unraveling Yuuji encouraged Sukuna to push a little harder.
“That’s it. Show me what makes your pretty virgin cunt gush. I wanna know how to get you nice and loose for my cock.”
Yuuji sank down on her fingers. Sukuna’s breath hitched. “Oh, dirty,” she breathed, riveted by the sight of Yuuji’s fingers plunging in and out of her pussy. They were soon coated with cum, thick and sticky as syrup. Sukuna licked her lips, imagining the taste of it.
“Gonna eat you out, sweetheart. Gonna suck on your swollen clit until you cum, then plug you up with my cock while you’re still sensitive.”
Yuuji nodded eagerly. “Yes, yes, want it!”
Satisfaction made Sukuna’s voice grow meaner. “Even if it hurts? My cock’s big, baby. You gonna scream on it for me?”
“Um,” Yuuji gasped. They had entered new territory. Whenever they’d made out or had phone sex, Sukuna had been a perfect gentleman—by Sukuna standards, anyway. She teased Yuuji for being eager, talked crassly to her, but didn’t leave any marks or call her anything worse than “brat.”
As expected, Yuuji rose to the occasion. Reckless glint in her eye, she declared, “A little pain can’t scare me.”
Sukuna laughed. “Brave girl. I like that. Now why don’t you show me what you look like when you come?”
Yuuji’s toes curled; her thighs quaked; her entire body trembled. She fucked herself down on her fingers in rough, harsh thrusts. Back arching, her mouth opened on a scream that sounded rather like Sukuna’s name. God, Sukuna wanted her. She was close to cumming, too. Just a little bit more...
If Yuuji untied her, she’d pin the brat underneath her, let her squirm a little before she raped her on three—no, four—no, her whole fucking fist. Yes, she would cum while raping Yuuji’s loose, slutty hole on her fist.
But no. Yuuji had already given her a lot. As soon as the post-orgasm glow faded, Yuuji would be horrified and withdraw. If Sukuna wanted her to come back, she needed to give her space—even if the blue balls would be insanely difficult to bear with. She breathed in deeply and sagged in the chair.
“You looked good,” she praised. “It’s even better than listening over the phone.”
Yuuji collapsed against Sukuna, shivering through the comedown from her climax. She swallowed shallow breaths. Stupid girl. She’d talked a big talk about stringing Sukuna along, but today she’d all but allowed Sukuna to shove her way inside. If Sukuna pushed her right now, she’d probably allow that, too. No doubt it was shame that tore the edges of her breathing until she sounded close to crying. Sukuna throbbed in her pants. Soon. She could be patient.
She grunted, nudging Yuuji with her cheek. “Brat. Untie me.”
Yuuji sniffled, but her eyes were dry when she got off of Sukuna. Sukuna stayed quiet while Yuuji cleaned up and untied her. She took her time rotating her wrists and examining the faint pink marks left by the restraints. They’d had to make do with one of Sukuna’s shirts, since she hadn’t exactly planned to engage in some bondage play.
“Does it hurt?” Yuuji asked, kneeling next to Sukuna. She massaged one of Sukuna’s wrists. Her hair curtained her face and hid whatever expression she was making. Too bad for Yuuji that her entire body was expressive. She looked like a kicked puppy waiting for the next blow to land.
Sukuna memorized the image. As soon as Yuuji left, she was going to get off to her newly-expanded spank bank. But first, she needed to make sure that even if her skittish puppy ran away, she would come back.
She reached out and tilted Yuuji’s chin up. “Hey. Stop worrying so much. I’m not going to ask for more.” She grinned. “Well, not right now, anyway.”
Yuuji’s gaze flicked aside. Then she inhaled deeply, exhaled, and met Sukuna’s eyes with features schooled into a bright smile. “You really say the perviest things with a straight face.” Her golden eyes grew droopy as she covered a yawn. “You wouldn’t get anything else out of me, anyway. I’m too exhausted. Take me home soon?”
Sukuna dropped Yuuji off a block away from her parents’ house. She watched as the porch light shone, then winked out as the front door swallowed Yuuji from view.