Boyfriend!Sukuna acting extra clingy (or alternatively, Sukuna trying to kill you with his massive boobs)
warnings: suggestive
“Sukuna, move!” you giggled. Sometimes this man forgot how massive he was.
He shook his head, nuzzling his nose against your neck and holding you even tighter.
“You’re gonna break me!” you complained— yet your hands betrayed you, still toying with the soft pink hairs on his nape.
He whined, his voice vibrating against the crook of your neck. You laughed at the absurdity of the situation, was this the same Sukuna who bullied his teammates? If his friends saw how he acted with you, it would surely be over for his “tough guy” reputation.
For a moment, you stayed still, unstirring under him– just feeling the rise and fall of his breath. If you ignored how much your boobs were aching, it was kinda romantic…?
Unfortunately for him though, you wanted to stay alive long enough to get on your chemistry professor’s good side.
“Kunaaaaa,” you groaned, hands gripping his biceps, “I can’t breathe.”
Finally, he relented, lifting his head slightly to look at you through narrowed eyes.
“Really?” he asked, though his tone lacked any real concern.
“YES?”
“Your fault for being so comfortable ,” he mumbled, head coming to rest near your neck once again.
Nope, not happening.
“I am actually going to die if you don’t move your fatass from me,” you fussed, voice coming out breathless.
“Who’re you calling fatass, woman,” He slurred against your shoulder
You didn’t respond to that, closing your eyes and halting the movement of your hands. A silent beat passed— Sukuna still holding on to you like he was afraid of letting you go—and you, as still as a corpse.
The lack of movement from your end triggered him to lift his head up again, his warm breath fanning over your cheek. Unbeknownst to you, a smirk was playing on his lips.
“You really think that’s gonna fool me?” He drawled, his voice dripping with smugness. “I can see your eyes shaking, woman.”
You remained silent, forcing back a smile that threatened to form on your lips. You could still feel his gaze on you—so heavy that you would’ve shied away had your eyes been open.
“Hmm,” he murmured, the deep timbre of his voice sending a shiver down your spine.
Suddenly, he let out a groan, probably already growing frustrated with your antics. “Woman, you can’t be sleeping at 8 pm,” he said.
I’m supposed to be dead, idiot, you thought.
“I’ll buy you Thai,” he said in a bored tone.
You remained impassive, despite the very appealing offer.
He clicked his tongue, bracing his arm beside your head to push himself up. You heard him shift above you, the mattress creaking as he slipped out of bed, until the sudden absence of his warmth left you alone.
Disastrously for your pride, you were already missing his presence. And truth be told, you were growing bored of staring at the void behind your eyes.
“Y/n, you can wake up now,” his voice rang out.
You still remained as stoic as ever, eliciting a prolonged, dramatic groan from him. It was almost too easy to rile him up.
You could feel him closer again, and it took everything in you not to open your eyes. Calloused fingers brushed your cheeks, so tenderly that it was almost uncharacteristic. You almost reacted.
“How about…” he murmured, “I’ll watch your crappy reality tv with you, hmm?”
You thought about it for a second. It was rare to get Sukuna to watch anything aside from horror or thriller. Still, it would not suffice, especially since he was acting so above it.
“You’re so childish, you know that?” he chuckled.
Oh, you cannot be talking. A sharp, irritated breath hitched in your throat before you could stop it, completely ruining the rhythm of your "faked" sleep.
Hearing the sudden break, he leaned in closer. “Ah, I know,” he said, his tone carrying an absolute, unshakeable certainty.
You were curious on what “proposition” he came up with this time. Either way, you were confident that you were immune to his tactics by now.
“I’ll let you take charge next time,” he said, his voice low, almost like a whisper.
Your eyes shot open. The dim, warm hues of the bedroom slowly bled back into focus. When your gaze caught his, you almost wished you hadn’t opened your eyes.
His face was painted with a smug expression, like he knew exactly how to make you fold.
He snorted, thumbs tracing circles on your cheeks, “Huh, the concept of my dick brought you back to life? How revolutionary,” he said.
𓍼ོ true form!sukuna who lets you ride his stomach mouth.
you straddle sukuna’s broad torso, thighs already shaking as you hover over the jagged mouth splitting across his abdomen. his four eyes gleam with cruel hunger, watching every twitch of your body.
the stomach mouth opens slowly, hot breath fanning over your dripping folds before a thick, ridged tongue drags out, tasting you like he owns every inch.
“go on,” he growls, voice dripping with mockery. “ride it properly. show me how badly that greedy little cunt needs me.”
you sink down with a broken whimper as the tongue pushes inside you, thick and relentless, stretching you open while the mouth’s lips seal tight around your clit. the suction is immediate and vicious, pulling at the sensitive bundle of nerves as the tongue curls deep, fucking into you with wet, obscene sounds. your hands brace on his chest, hips rolling desperately as pleasure slams through you.
it does not take long before your walls clenching hard around the invading muscle.
sukuna laughs, low and dark, the vibration making the tongue thrash even harder inside you. when you try to lift up cause it’s becoming too much, oversensitive and twitching, his massive hand snaps around your wrist like a vice.
sukuna yanks you back down forcefully, slamming your hips flush against his stomach so the mouth devours you completely again.
“where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he snarls, eyes narrowing. “you started this. now you finish it. keep riding.”
the tongue does not give you any mercy.
it pounds into you faster, twisting and dragging against every spot that makes your vision blur. the lips suck harder on your clit, relentless and wet, forcing another orgasm out of you before the first one even fades.
your thighs burn, body jerking wildly as you sob through the overstimulation, but sukuna’s grip on your wrist is iron. every time you try to pull away or rise even an inch, he drags you right back down, grinding you against the mouth.
“look at you,” he taunts, voice rough with satisfaction. “crying and shaking like a pathetic little toy. my stomach is soaked and you still can’t stop grinding on it.”
this is when a brutal wave hits you, your whole body convulsing as you cum, tears streaming down your face.
the overstimulation turns sharp and electric, every lick and thrust bordering on pain but so good you cannot stop moaning. sukuna’s free hand comes up to grip your hip, helping you move, forcing the rhythm faster and deeper.
you lose count of how many times you tired to get yourself off of him. your voice grows hoarse, legs trembling uncontrollably, slick pulling and sliding down onto his stomach as the mouth laps it all up greedily.
“kuna…” when you go limp, too exhausted to keep moving, sukuna simply uses his strength to bounce you on the tongue himself, wrist still locked in his hold so you cannot escape.
“that’s right. keep cumming for me,” he commands, another dark laugh rumbling through him. “this mouth is not done with you yet. you’ve pissed me off today, no stopping until you’re a sobbing, broken mess who forgets every thought except how full you feel.”
he keeps you there for what feels like hours, the tongue never slowing, the suction never easing, until your mind blanks out completely and all you can do is tremble and take it, trapped on top of him by his unyielding grip.
Jack had isolated himself in his room, his rut clouding his judgement. You had been begging to help him with it this time, but no good partner of his species would let you do that. You were too fragile, too small, he could actually rip something, or shove himself too deep and cause way too many issues. The risk was just not something he was willing to take, no matter how much you begged him. Unfortunately for him, since getting with you, his ruts had steadily gotten worse. His body understood he had a mate, but didn’t understand why he wouldn’t mate with them.
He had left his room for the first time that day, which was unusual for him. Usually, he was out and about at seven or eight in the morning. It was well past four before he could even drag himself out. He had hoped you were out on a mission, or just not around. He loved you, truly, he did, but he couldn’t risk seeing you right now. He wandered down to the kitchen and downed a water and grabbed his food from the fridge. He noticed most of it was missing. Had he eaten more than he had realized? He wouldn’t put it past himself with the state he was in.
When he returned to his room, he almost dropped his Tupperware that held his kidneys he had chosen to eat. You were sitting on his bed, in nothing but his t-shirt, which was almost falling off of your much smaller body. Jack was almost salivating, but he shook his head and turned away. He couldn’t give into this, he could hurt you. He was so out of it, he didn’t even realize you had gotten up. His senses were thrown off, he couldn’t even realize what was happening around him if he wasn’t focused on it. He nearly jumped out of his skin when your fingers brushed against his arm, and he snapped his head to focus on you.
“Jack, let me help baby… You’re miserable, we all know it. You won’t break me, I know you won’t, even if you don’t.”
Jack’s hands were trembling in response to your soft tone, his mind fighting with itself to keep from grabbing you and fucking you through the mattress. He couldn’t, he couldn’t, it posed too much of a threat-
The moment he felt your hand guide his to cup your cheek, kissing his palm like he was a gentle giant, not a man eating demon, he was done for. He wanted to do what was best for you, and you wanted to do what was best for him. So very typical, both of you always putting the other first, waiting to see who caved first. It was almost always you who caved first, but not now. Not here. Not like this. He let out a shaky sigh and picked you up, gently carrying you to the bed and sitting you down gently onto the mattress, your soft chuckle hitting his ears and making his mouth water even more.
“What about food? Or water? Once I get started, I won’t be patient enough to let you leave, you’ll need-”
You cut him off by pointing to a mini fridge you seemed to have brought into his room. He walked over, confused, and popped it open. There, he found plenty of waters for the both of you, and all of his missing food from the fridge, as well as some things for you to eat. He was about to argue that you didn’t have enough food for the duration of his rut, until he noticed the hefty pile of snacks you had packed beside the fridge. Well look at you, you seemed equipped. He walked away from the fridge, still internally battling with himself, but his rut quickly won when you pulled his shirt off, and he was on you almost immediately.
Once he finally agreed, he couldn’t stop. The first few rounds, he had tried to be as gentle as he could make himself be, but it just eventually ran out. He couldn’t stop himself, he had to ruin you, you had to smell like him, you had to be full of him, he couldn’t leave you unmarked. You were his, everything within a five hundred mile radius had to know that. Your whines and mewls had slowly gotten softer the more tired you began to get. You could tell he was still trying to be easy for you, but he couldn’t contain himself like he wanted to.
You whimpered as he slammed into you, your face buried in his pillows as your ass snapped against his hips. He was so deep, you swore you could feel him in your stomach. You gasped and mewled into the pillow, finally dragging your head up enough to turn to watch him. You whined at the size of him, wondering to yourself how you could even stretch to fit that monstrosity inside of you. He slammed back inside of you particularly hard, earning a loud mewl from your lips, your legs instinctively kicking up a bit, which he promptly pushed them back down behind him.
He leaned forward, sinking his teeth into your shoulder, causing you to cry out. This was far from the first time he had bit you during this, your shoulders, back, thighs, and ass all covered in puncture wounds from his sharp teeth. They weren’t deep enough to leave a permanent mark, but they’d bruise and last a while. He was humping you like a wild animal, trying to fuck his cum back inside of you while planning on filling you back up all over again. Your thighs were a mess, cum dripping down your legs, a pool of cum starting to form on the floor from just how much he had filled you already.
You felt his clawed hands wrap around your neck, yanking you back and crashing your lips into his. You couldn’t really kiss back well from how dazed you were, but you tried your best. Your lips moved in sync with his as you whined into his mouth. You could feel your ass starting to bruise from how hard his hips were smacking into it. Jack’s tongues slipped into your mouth, completely overwhelming you. You didn’t know what to focus on until he moved one of his tongues along with your own. The other two explored your mouth, one sliding deep enough to almost make you gag.
He finally pulled back around the time you started to feel lightheaded, strings of saliva connecting your tongue to his. You were panting a bit, your eyes locked up on his sockets. You knew he could see, somehow, through whatever demon senses he had. You wondered how pathetic you must look from his position, which made your face grow hotter. He seemed to have understood what you were thinking, as he gently guided your face back to the pillow, his hips slamming into you a bit harder. You could tell from his pace that he was starting to get close again. Damn him and that freakish demon stamina he had, it was exhausting.
You gasped as he grabbed your hips, slamming you back into him. Your back arched as your whimpers slowly morphed into loud whines and moans, your own orgasm building up. You felt yourself clench around his cock, earning a low growl from his lips as he started fucking you harder, enough that the bed was rocking back in forth enough to actually slide across the floor in response to each thrust. You whined out Jack’s name as you came, making even more of a mess all over the floor, spurts of cum dripping down your thighs as you shuddered into the bed, Jack fucking you through your high and up to his. You felt the base of his cock swell up, and you huffed into the pillow. Once he was knotted inside of you, you felt his hand rub down your back, his best attempt of a soothing gesture.
You appreciated his efforts, and let your body go slack during your little mini break you got until the swelling went down. You nuzzled further into the pillow, letting Jack’s claws lightly scratch up and down your back, which almost made you fall asleep. It was significantly more relaxing than getting fucked into the mattress, even if not quite as fun. You glanced up from his pillow, glancing down at the bed, and realizing it looked like the bed was collapsing in the middle. You gently pressed your hand down, and the middle of the bed sunk in. You glanced over your shoulder at Jack.
Characters: Jeff the Killer, Ticci Toby, BEN Drowned, Eyeless Jack, X Virus, Tim/Masky, Brian/Hoodie
Literally nobody requested this I just wanted to do it LMAO
NSFW below the cut!
Jeff
☠︎︎ Jeff is always teasing you like the smug little asshole he is
☠︎︎ this time it involved taking your weapon
☠︎︎ cue very cliche flirting while holding it out of your reach
☠︎︎ except you weren’t having it all
☠︎︎ so you tackled him
☠︎︎ once you were both on the ground the situation really just devolved from there
☠︎︎ you managed to pin him down and straddle him, but he was still holding it as far away as he could
☠︎︎ so you ended up doing a little bounce motion while trying to reach for it without getting off of him
☠︎︎ Jeff immediately notices this and drops the weapon
☠︎︎ his hands fly to your hips and grinds you down hard
☠︎︎ “if you wanted to ride me you should’ve just said so”
☠︎︎ you’re absolutely mortified and try to get away but he grips your arms and pulls you down onto him even more
☠︎︎ you’re not going anywhere now
Toby
✘ Toby is so fucking feral for dry humping noooo
✘ like especially missionary dry humping
✘ he just loves to hold you down, get in between your legs and grind himself against you
✘ He does this in any situation where he can’t fuck you right then
✘ like if you guys are on the way back from a mission and you move in such a way (unintentionally) that gets him riled up it’s over
✘ he’s pushing you to the ground in the woods
✘ and truly, if he had it his way he’d fuck you right then and there but when you whine and protest he relents
✘ but not fully
✘ god he would be so desperate and lowkey almost whiny
✘ like just grinding himself into you and picturing you all exposed and spread open for him
✘“Fuck, I wanna be inside you so fucking bad, mein Mädchen.”
✘he doesn’t stop until a) he’s so frustrated himself that the only option is rushing you back home so he can bury himself inside you or b) he comes in his pants
Ben
⚠︎ Ben uses sex as a weapon LMAO
⚠︎ so he’s really only dry humping to tease you, to deny you of what you really want
⚠︎ what did you do to deserve it? Nothing really, he just likes to deprive you
⚠︎ but he won’t just let you sit and grind for a bit
⚠︎ no, Ben makes you do it for hours
⚠︎ he’ll have you straddle him and force you to keep your hands on his chest
⚠︎ “Yeah, that’s it. Move those hips. Show me how bad you want it.”
⚠︎ and at this point you’re damn near sobbing because you’ve already came more times than you can count and your clit feels almost raw from the friction but you just need him inside you so bad
⚠︎ “hmmm… just give me two more and I might consider fucking you.”
Jack
𖤐Jack fucking loves dry humping
𖤐 mostly because his cock is too big and he is too strong for his own good
𖤐 so he’s always scared of hurting you
𖤐 and after a particularly rough encounter, he refused to fuck you for weeks
𖤐 not because he didn’t want to, but because he felt so bad about hurting you, and he didn’t want to mess up again
𖤐 so instead he has you straddle his lap, wearing nothing but your panties
𖤐 he’s guiding your hips with his hands and kissing your neck UGH
𖤐 “you’re doing so good baby, just like that.”
𖤐 you can feel his big bulge under you and you’re begging for him to fuck you
𖤐 but he does not give into temptation because he knows what’s best for you
𖤐 plus he really does like watching you move your hips on top of him, especially since when he fucks you it’s almost always him doing most if not all the work (completely of his own doing)
X Virus
☣︎ You knew Cody was working and it was better to not interrupt him
☣︎ but that’s no fun at all
☣︎ so you sit on his lap
☣︎ “what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
☣︎ you continue being a massive distraction, wiggling around in his lap until you can hear his breathing start to pick up
☣︎ when you decide to start grinding your ass back and forth on his clothed cock, that’s when he snaps
☣︎ suddenly you’re bent over his lab bench and his hand is gripping your hair, holding your face down
☣︎ and he’s holding your arms behind your back with his other hand
☣︎ Your skirt rode up when he bent you over and he’s so fucking hard pressed against your thinly clothed cunt
☣︎ “This is what you wanted, huh?”
☣︎ and when you’re too embarrassed to answer he starts grinding his cock against you
☣︎ “What’s wrong, slut? You wanted to be a distraction. C’mon, pull down your panties.”
Tim/Masky
꩜ lowkey, I don’t think he’d be all that into it
꩜ not a dry humping truther
꩜ he would likely only do it for a little bit as a tease and then he’s getting straight down to business
꩜ unless you really liked it then he would have you do it on top of him
꩜ he’d move your hips with his hands, making sure you don’t go too fast and keeps your movements at a steady pace
꩜ “don’t get too excited, you can keep it steady, I know you can.”
꩜ but even then he can only take it for so long
☆ Masky does the type of dry humping where he bends you over and pounds you through the clothes
☆ To the point where it kinda hurts a bit
☆ And it’s always a punishment
Brian/Hoodie
𖣐 Brian been a dry humping supporter since day 1
𖣐 loves to do it anywhere, anytime
𖣐 but especially in situations where it can get you guys in trouble unfortunately
𖣐 like you guys are watching a movie with everyone and you’re sitting in his lap
𖣐 and you feel him start to subtly grind your hips onto him
𖣐 you know better than to fight it because he will quickly make it known to you who’s in charge
𖣐“Just be a good girl for me and keep quiet.”
𖣐 And he gets you all riled up until you have to make an excuse to leave the room and then he follows after you a few minutes later
☹ Hoodie doesn’t do dry humping he’s straight up just slipping it into you while you guys are watching a movie or sitting on the couch
☹ He does not give a single fuck who’s around
☹ If anything, you might try to initiate it for a moment but even just one roll of your hips and it’s over because now you’re getting his cock inside you
roommate!ej who suggested you move in with him after hearing you complain about how dirty your roommate was. How nice of him!
roommate!ej who helps you decorate your room and gives you a small tour of your new apartment. It seemed spotless, but there was a weird smell emitting from his room.
roommate!ej who sets rules so you both feel comfortable and respect each other. No entering each other's room, no loud noises after 11PM, split chores, and no guests. You didnt really like the last rule, but you decided to respect his wishes.
roommate!ej who is perfect. Always does his chores when he has to, is always scarily clean, and respects your boundaries. Never blasts music after 11PM, never enters your room (as far you know at least) ! He's just the best.
roommate!ej who for some reason always insists on doing the laundry. Maybe he just wants to use a specific detergent! Nothing weird about wanting to be clean! You trust Jack.
roommate!ej who shrugs when you ask him if he's seen your missing panties, specifically the blue ones. He claims he never washed any underwear that belongs to you :( How sad.
roommate!ej who can hear you touching yourself at night, calling out his name as you fuck yourself with two fingers. Who can smell your arousal, how wet you are for him. He needs to be patient, not yet he reminds himself as he strokes his leaking cock with your panties wrapped around it.
roommate!ej who cums instantly at the sound of his name on your lips. Its a whisper, but he can hear you so well. He cant help but groan at how perverted he can be when it comes to you. An entire collection of your panties and pictures of you on his phone for him to jerk off. Its disgusting.
roommate!ej who knows he's doomed when he hears you giggle at him after a moment of silence. You knew all along, and you only getting started.
IT'S FINALLY DONE!! This took way longer than it should have lol I thought animatics were quick and easy ;')
Anyways, I hope you like this little blorbo of mine. I had alot of fun making it especially the expressions! I like making "ugly" expressions, makes it seem more raw and real. I wanted to edit the audio a bit to make it more punchy but too tired....
Creator: (18) Danny Phantom exe - YouTube
Original Audio: Are they Enemies OR Lovers??? (youtube.com)