cw - kissing, sukuna’s lowkey possessive and kinda kinky, blood, they’re horny idk, he also struggles with feelings
making out with sukuna was aggressive. he made out with you like he was gonna devour you, like you were his last meal and he wasn’t gonna waste any of it. the feeling of your lips on his was intoxicating, he wasn’t gonna treat it like some passing act.
both of his giant hands cupped your cheeks, palms cradling your face as if you were gonna slip through his fingers. he felt like he was addicted to you. your touch, your taste, your smell, everything about you made his head hurt, not in a bad way, but not in a way sukuna was familiar with.
his lips pressed against yours at a ruthless pace. it wasn’t soft or loving like you would think, instead his kisses were hungry and needy, a desperate plea for you and your body.
sukuna was a busy man, he was a king after all. he did a lot of work during the day, between meeting with clans or townsfolk, killing the people who got on his nerves, and keeping up his title, he got worn out.
he liked having an outlet, a way to release his stress and relax. you were there, always at his side and always willing to give yourself to him. he didn’t know why he kept you around for so long. though he supposed in some way he cared for you.
sukuna wanted you all to himself. he needed full ownership over you. you were his, your body, your mind and your soul. you belonged to him and he made sure everyone knew it.
he bit down on your bottom lip, forcing his way in even though he knew you wouldn’t resist. he preferred taking what he wanted and being rough, he wasn’t one for all the lovey-dovey, affectionate stuff.
his tongue invaded your mouth, licking every crevice and dip, memorizing the space he had grown so familiar with. he groaned at the wetness, the way your saliva tasted. it was nearly as good as your blood.
sukuna couldn’t help the way he sometimes dug his canines too far into your lips, unaware until he tastes the addicting metallic hint and hears the sound of you whining. sukuna already had sharp teeth, it wasn’t completely his fault for causing you to bleed.
sukunas tongue continued mapping out the inside of your mouth, sucking and licking on your tongue all while his hands greedily explored your body, nails gently scratching down your skin.
his two hands on your cheeks still held you close, his lower set of hands moving all over your torso. his fingers traveled over your shoulders, your arms, your chest, stomach, waist, hips, anywhere he could reach.
the feeling of your body under his hands, your pulse against his palms made him want you even more. he slides his hands down, reaching up under the hem of your shirt and roaming your bare skin, tracing over the muscles and lines of your abdomen.
your hands gripped sukunas shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you resist the urge to pull back for air. sukunas hands and lips wouldn’t have let you anyway.
his thumbs started rubbing rough circles into your cheekbones, his way of comforting you. he wouldn’t ever say sweet words, reassurance was barely a part of sukunas vocabulary.
the most “comfort” that you get from him was in the form of his touches, his hands tracing patterns into your skin, fingers curling against yours, though he wouldn’t give you an audible response.
his lips were insistent, not wanting to give you even a moment to breathe. his breath was warm against yours, the two of you practically panting into one another’s mouths, needing air but refusing to pause for a second.
sukunas lower hands slide back, splaying against your back as he pushes you down with his weight, his body pressing flush against yours, the size difference even more noticeable.
you could feel every part of him this way, the size of sukuna always made your face warm. he was huge, double your size at least, and probably triple your weight. he was pure muscle from head to toe, using it to his advantage whenever possible.
his meaty thighs straddled your hips, trying to push further against you. you could feel his heart beating against yours, chest heaving against yours. you were so utterly obsessed by him and his body it wasn’t even funny.
it was burning up, whether it was from the kissing or the way sukuna was pressed up against you, you couldn’t say. sukuna kept trying to move closer, body already glued to yours, skin sticking together due to the proximity.
sukuna was never close enough though, he wished he could merge with you, be so close to you that you became one being. he wanted you to be his, and sometimes he even wants to be yours.
the heat of his palms against your cheeks made you even hotter, a bead of sweat slipping down your forehead as you cling onto him, not letting him pull back either.
after a few minutes of this, sukuna pulls back, leaving just a few centimeters of space between you two. his forehead presses against yours, breath fanning your lips.
you struggled to open your eyes, overwhelmed and out of breath as the man on top of you pins you down with his weight. your mind felt fuzzy as you stared up at him, almost taken aback by how unfairly handsome he was.
sukunas eyes were staring straight into yours, dark and hazy with lust. his eyes dialating just a fraction as you lick your lips, hands tightening their grip on your face.
the two of you didn’t speak. you didn’t need to. not when your eyes told each other everything you needed to know. sukuna only groaned as he pressed forward again, lips melting against yours in a scarily natural way.
the feeling of his hands on your cheeks disappeared, one hand finding your neck, gripping lightly, thumb pressing against your pulse point, the other traces your jaw, gentle compared to the rough movements of his lips.
he kissed you harder now, trying to up the kiss from a second ago. he always wanted more, more of you, more of your lips, especially when they were on his.
he was never a kisser. he never had been, not until you showed up. sukuna never really kissed people, why would he let himself be seen soft? though with you it was different, he found himself craving your taste, craving the feeling of your lips.
his lower hands slide up and down your sides, fingers tracing the contours of your body as he deepens the kiss, biting down hard on your bottom lip again, the pained groan from you only making heat flood his gut.
he could taste the familiar metallic taste of your blood, a hint of sweetness and you added to it. his fingers instinctively tightened their grip of you, making sure you weren’t going anywhere.
you cringed at the taste of your own blood, only able to taste it for a split second before sukunas tongue slips in between your lips, licking up the blood slowly pooling into your mouth.
he groaned shamelessly, pressing down against you to let you know how much he enjoyed this, how much he enjoyed you. and by the stiffness of him against your thigh, he was certainly enjoying it.
your hands slide up his back, feeling around the pure muscles in his back as you two made out. you were surprised you could even think right now, sukuna usually having kissed you stupid by minute five.
which you might’ve spoke too soon. his lips started moving faster, with more purpose than before. you could hear the wet smacking of your lips together, you almost wanted to feel embarrassed but with the way sukuna was consuming your mouth and thoughts you weren’t really able to.
you could feel sukuna smirking against your lips, kissing you harder. it seriously felt like he was trying to eat you, you could barely keep up with him, groans and whines muffled by his mouth.
you were sure it would be like this all night. when sukuna was needy he always made sure to get his fill and then some. if he wanted you he would have you, and it wasn’t like you could say no, not that you wanted to.
it was always the same routine. sukuna calls you in, kisses you until you can’t think, passes out, is gone before you wake up, either that or he tells you to go back to your bed.
when sukuna pulls back for a second time he’s got a lazy grin on his face, looking down at you with infatuation, head tilting just an inch.
he licked his lips at the sight of blood prickling up on your bottom lip, the indentions of his teeth still visible. he brings a hand up, thumb carefully swiping across your lip, the coolness of his reverse cursed technique spreading through you.
he brings his hand to his face, sucking the last remainder of your blood off his thumb with a low hum of approval.
you reach up slowly, tracing the tattoo running from his eyes to his cheek, tracing the lines lightly. sukuna was still, not doing so much as breathing wrong, all in fear that you would stop your ministrations.
he tried stopping himself but he couldn’t help but relax under the touch, shoulders slumping, the tension in his face seemingly disappearing. he only let out a huff, turning his head away.
“I could still kill you, you know..”
he grumbles though the rare softness in his voice betrays him, his thumb tracing down your neck absentmindedly.
you only hummed, small amused smile finding your face as you nod, voice matching the softness of his as you spoke.
sukuna glances back at you, jutting his bottom lip forward a bit, an unreadable expression on his face. one of his lower arms reaches up, scratching the back of his neck. he almost looked like he was pouting.
he mutters, narrowing his eyes at you while expecting some sort of offended reaction. you only shrugged, the loose smile on your face never falling.
sukuna doesn’t give you a response this time, leaning back in, lips finding yours yet again, slower, almost caring in a way. he didn’t want to think about the fact that maybe you really weren’t too trusting. maybe.. it was him being soft for once.
it was rare that sukuna, the king of curses, went this long without craving bloodlust, without wanting a fight. now he just craved you, craved your touch and your presence, wanting your body against his.
his lips stayed on your till the both of you fell asleep, the taste of one another lingering throughout the night and the next morning.
sukuna didn’t mind having your taste on his tongue all day, in fact he could get used to it.
he thinks he could get used to you, you weren’t a nuisance or a pest that he wanted to get rid of, and your body was an added bonus.
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i can’t stop writing sukuna. i love him so much. i want to run my hands through his hair, ik it’s soft.
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