In which you're on your period, and Sukuna can think of a couple of ways to help
tags: heian!Sukuna, soft Sukuna, afab reader, true form Sukuna, period cramps, hormones all over the place, fingering, period sex, piv, strawberry creampies lol, belly bulges, crying, blood as lube, praise, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, intimate, he goes feral, blood hungry man (literally), he's a little out of character.
Sukuna had left the shrine two weeks ago.
He hadn’t told you exactly where he was going, only that it was “business”. That was typical of him. He wasn’t one for explanations. One moment he was standing there, and the next he was walking out the gates, the sound of his voice still echoing in your head: Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.
You hadn’t thought much of it then. He left often enough, and though you always missed him, the shrine usually felt safe with Uraume around. But the timing couldn’t have been worse.
Three days ago the cramps started. The next day, you had to change your robes due to blood leaking through, fucking heavy flow. Getting those stains out is gonna be a pain in the ass. You were curled up in blankets, miserable, your stomach twisting, your back aching and you craved every dessert possible.
Today's morning you were weak and sore and tired of your own body betraying you.
The futon felt like both a refuge and a trap. You shifted from one side to the other, blanket pulled tight over you, trying to find a position that didn’t make you want to groan. Your stomach hurt. Your lower back throbbed. And, of course, you missed him. His presence always filled the shrine, and without him, the silence pressed too heavy on your chest.
Uraume was attentive, checking in often, bringing you tea and food which you often left out, always feeling bloated. You also hated how short tempered you become at this time, trying your best to not let it out on those poor maids.
They were gentle, brushing your hair, playing soothing melodies, reciting poems, or leaving you when you felt overwhelmed.
But you wanted Sukuna’s bluntness, his presence. You wanted the way he would mock you and then still do everything to make you feel better anyway. He would scoff about how weak human bodies were, how fragile, how inconvenient, and yet still keep you close while he carried out his duties.
When the shrine doors finally slid open that evening, the sound jolted you upright, your heart leaping in your chest.
Sukuna stepped inside his private chamber, his figure broad against the dim light outside. His haori was dusted faintly with dirt, his expression sharp as always, but his eyes swept the room quickly before landing on you.
You must have looked a sight. Paler, hair messy, your kosode dishelved. His brows furrowed as he walked closer, each step deliberate.
“What’s wrong with you?” he asked, voice rough, though there was concern under it. You pulled the blanket higher over your chest. “Nothing,” you said flatly. His gaze narrowed. “Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not lying. Why are you even here, Don't you have “business” to take care of?” you snapped, the words sharper than you meant. Your cramps had made you bitter.
He stopped in front of you, narrowing his eyes. His gaze sharpened, and then you saw it, the way his nostrils flared slightly. A knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“So that’s it.” His voice dropped, almost amused.
Ugh, what is his problem, “Don’t- don’t say it like that.” He scoffed, “You thought I wouldn’t notice? Foolish woman.” Before you could throw a pillow at him, his voice snapped out. “Uraume.”
They appeared almost instantly, bowing. “Yes, my lord?” “Tea. For cramps. And a heated cloth,” Sukuna ordered without hesitation, his crimson eyes never leaving you. “Yes, my lord.” Uraume slipped away soundlessly.
You groaned, pulling the blanket over your face. “You don't have to.” Sukuna crouched down beside you, “You’re too stubborn.” His hand reaching out to brush back the messy strands of hair sticking to your forehead. His touch was rough, but his palm stayed.
“You’ve been suffering here alone, haven’t you?” His voice was lower now, quieter. You mumbled into the blanket, “I didn’t want to bother you…”
“Idiot,” he muttered, the word carrying more worry than anger.
When Uraume returned, they carried a tray with a steaming cup and a folded cloth soaked in warm water. Sukuna took the tea himself, dismissing Uraume with a nod. He moved the cup toward you.
“Drink,” he said. You hesitated, the bitter smell making you wrinkle your nose. “It's too hot,” you replied. “Always so whiny,” he shook his head.
Setting it aside, he reached for the heated cloth. “Move your hands,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. You hesitated, but before you could protest, Sukuna was already tugging at your obi.
You felt the tension around your waist ease as he slipped the sash just high enough to part the layers around your middle.
The sudden brush of cool air against your stomach made you tense, and Sukuna’s eyes flicked up to you. “Relax,” he muttered, as if you were being difficult on purpose.
He pressed the heated cloth against your bare skin. The warmth spread instantly, sinking deep into the ache that had been twisting your insides all day. A sigh escaped your lips before you could stop it. your shoulders falling as the tension eased.
Sukuna’s mouth twitched. You felt the movement behind you, the wall caught his back with a soft thud as he settled there comfortably. His legs slid forward on either side of you, caging you in. The space suddenly felt smaller, warmer, filled with his presence and the calming sound of his breathing behind your ear.
The cloth was almost too warm at first, but his hand kept it steady against your stomach. His other lower hand rested at your waist, thumb brushing absentminded.
His upper arm slid around your shoulders and drew you back gently until your back pressed fully against his front. You could feel the slow rise and fall of his chest.
His other hand pressed into the futon beside you. You were completely surrounded, he was just so big.
You curled toward him instinctively, resting your head against his chest. “See? You’d fall apart without me.” His voice was smug.
“Or maybe I’d finally get some peace,” you muttered, though the words lacked conviction as you relaxed under the warmth. Sukuna leaned closer, his lips brushing your ear. “You’ve been waiting for me. Admit it.”
You turned your head for a second. “Maybe I just missed the noise. The shrine’s too quiet without you stomping around.”
He laughed, the sound sending vibrations through you. Every shift you made was followed by the subtle drag of his palm along your waist. He was too close.
At first, it was comforting, his warmth, the reassurance of his return. But then his hand started slipping lower, resting between your thighs. You tensed. “Sukuna,” you muttered, warning clear in your tone, but he didn’t pull away.
“Hm?” He breathed. Heat shot through your cheeks. “… what are you doing?”
A pause, “Trying to ease your pain.” His hand tightened. You turned your head slightly, trying to look at him, but his crimson gaze burned straight through your excuses. “It’s gross,” you argued, embarrassed with millions of thoughts running wild in your head.
He pressed you further into him, the heated cloth sliding to the side until it hit the floor. His lower set of arms held your legs open for him, “As if some blood could make me turn from you.” Your chest tightened. You wanted to tell him to stop, but you would be lying if you said you didn't miss him, and you really needed some relief. Your willpower never was strong, was it? The fight slipping out of you as his hands dipped lower.
“I said no-” Your protest broke halfway into a whimper. You buried your face in your collar. “Just let me.” he murmured Holding your face in his left hand, craning your head to look at him, closing the gap between your mouths in a deep kiss. He sighed into the kiss.
Looks like you weren't the only one affected by his absence.
He's gonna be the death of you. Always getting what he wants, and right now he wants his fingers spreading your folds, blood coating them, making an awfully wet sound. What a tease, running his finger up and down at a pace that has you melting. You want more, and he's taking his sweet time.
Your hips involuntarily move against his rough palm, desperate for more friction. "Impatient, are we?" he pulled away and you almost whined at the loss. A sudden sharp cramp had your hand flying up to his bicep, scratching at anything you can grab. "If you don't stop your fucking teasing I swear I'll- Ngh!" He quickly shut you up with his finger prodding at your dripping hole. "Yeah alright."
The wet sloppy sounds that where coming out of your pussy had his pupils dilating, gathering more of your juices and smearing it all over your puffy folds, going faster and faster. He would never admit it but seeing your blood mix with your sweet slick had him salivating. All he's thinking of right now is the moment he will taste the iron when he licks up all the mess you will make once he's done with you.
His face lowered until you could feel his heavy breath against your ear. "Always worrying that pretty little head of yours," He bites your ear, letting out shallow breaths. You can feel his growing erection under you. He pulls away the already loose Obi around your chest, letting your kosode fall open. And he wastes no time rolling your nipple between his fingers. "I'll make you forget it all. "His middle finger is now bullying its way into your entrance. "f-fuck", well, you're soaking wet so it didn't take that much effort. Another finger goes in your hole swallowing it.
His palm is rubbing against your swollen clit while his fingers are pumping in you. Your stomach is tightening. You need it so bad. "Mmm, Sukunaa." Your eyes are fluttering, its getting harder to keep them open the more his fingers work you open. Your hips bucking up.
"Come on baby" His fingers are knuckles deep by now hitting places your own fingers could never. Your pussy is dripping on the floor, and he has you holding your breath, his fingers moving at a speed that has your eyes rolling back.
You should've known that Sukuna wouldn't just give you any ordinary orgasm. You could feel his lips smiling before you feel a foreign sensation, too wet, too soft. "o-oh my god" you look down and see a mouth formed on the palm of his hand, its tongue licking you up, sucking your clit. It was too much!
"Theere we go" God he's driving you insane. His lower arms spread your legs further apart. "Looks like this pretty pussy missed me too, huh" Throwing you head back, your thighs start to shiver, "shut uup, mmmfh!" you let out muffled moans as you finally get your sweet release.
His hand mouth still rolling your throbbing clit, riding out your orgasm. "w-wait, it too much-" hand flying down to his, trying your best to pry it away. He pulls away as soon as you feel your eyes start to sting.
You slump against him, your body still trembling, You catch a glimpse of his hand pulling away from your sensitve pussy with a clear string connecting it before it snaps! Your eyelids grow heavy, exhaustion starting to pull at you, but it doesn’t last.
He moves again, manhandling you, rotating you so you're facing him before laying you down on your back. "You didn't think I'm done with you, didya?" You look up at him and your breath catches. He looks feral, pupils blown wide, gaze locked onto you like a predator that’s already caught its prey. Shit, you might've biten off more than you can chew.
"Thought about you the whole time I was away," your heart flutters, untying the knot of his hakama that has a visible wet spot where his tips are, slipping down, you see that familiar dark trail you oh so love. His pants finally all the way down, and god you will never get used to his cocks.
Heavy, raging hot and dripping precum all over his thigh, bulging with veins and those black bands he has. You're drooling at the sight, hand traveling down towards them but he's quicker. Gaze snapping to yours he holds them against your stomach, restraining you with one hand. He looks intimidating from where you lay, and it only fuels you on.
"What, warrior doesn't wanna bloody his swords?" you giggle, wrapping your legs around his waist pulling him in. "Always running your mouth." Oh he loves how you're getting impatient, trying to egg him on, so cute. Before you know it, his lower hands catch the back of your knees, pushing your thighs to your chest.
He teases your folds with the fat girth of his bottom cock, smearing your juices all over his tip, dipping into your hole, then he's bullying his way into your tight entrance. He's letting out a shaky breath as he guides it in, watching you swallow him inch by inch. "nngh- so big, Kuna." he just keeps going deeper, you feel so full already.
He looks up at you like he can’t quite believe you’re real, you're so beautiful underneath him he thinks, taking him so well. Leaning down he catches your lips in a deep open mouth kiss. Drinking up your moans as he slowly rocks his hips. Biting your lip between his teeth, feeling his sharp canines.
He stays close when he pulls back just slightly, forehead brushing yours. "Fuuck, I missed this pussy so fucking much" he sighs. His crimson eyes catch yours "I missed you" he whispers before diving back into kissing you, His forearms frame you carefully, holding you there.
God, your heart can't handle this, you're blushing so hard, saying sappy shit like that! Something in your chest tightens and tears start to form. Your blame it on your hormones, ugh, this is embarrassing. Trying your best to stop them from spilling, but its hard when his cock is drilling into you so lovingly with his palm cradling your face, drowning out your moans in sloppy kisses.
Sukuna tastes the saltiness on his lips and his brows furrow, pulling away. "I'm fine" you reassure.
"Heh- That good, huh?" he laughs, wiping your tears with the back of his hand before he shifts, sitting on his heel, resting your leg on his shoulder. Fully taking in the sight of you split open on his cock. And with every thrust, he can see exactly how deep he's in.
His hand mindlessly presses where he sees a bulge, "Can you feel me…here?" the pressure has you squeezing him impossibly tighter, forcing groans out of him. His pace was relentless, bruising your walls. Some strands sticking to his forehead, hair tousled, how can he get any hotter? sometimes it pisses you off!
"So- mmfh, fucking perfect" His grip on you only tightens, wet squelches with every slam of his hips, precum coating his base. He promised to make your forget about all your worries, and he's making sure he fulfills his promise.
It's getting harder to think about anything except the way his upper cock is rubbing deliciously against your clit while the other is kissing your cervix, grazing that spot that has your eyes rolling back, gasping for air. It doesn't help that he knows exactly how to work you. Every spot that has you moaning extra loud.
"K-kuna 'm so closee, please" you're a mumbling mess, mind hazy, all you can see, hear, and feel is Sukuna. His own breaths are getting shakier, and his thrusts sloppier. He won't last any longer either. Your hand finds his, interlocking, "I-inside" you manage to get out as your orgasm hits you hard, fluttering around him, toes curling, squeezing his hand, whining his name.
He's fucking you through every bit of it, relishing in your fucked out expression. "So fucking good for me, oh fuuuck" His brows furrow, mouth parting, and a faint high pitched moan before he's flooding your battered walls with his thick warm cum, and all over your stomach, a spurt reaching your tits. There's so much it starts to spill out, mixing with your blood, flowing down your ass, you feel so full, too full.
You're both out of breath. The exhaustion catches up to him, he just got back from demolishing an entire village to fucking your stupid. Sukuna collapses on top of you, burying himself in your neck, still inside you, plugging up your pussy.
It's getting harder to breathe, however. "Get off, now we're both covered in cum." You exhale but too exhausted to do anything about it. "mmh see, always whining". He pulls away a second later. Holy shit, your eyes widen, his lower abdomen looks like a massacre.
"Oh god, look at this" You lowkey forgot you're menstruating mid fuck. "Didn't think it would be that messy" You give him a guilty look, which is gone in a second when you see his satisfied smirk at the sight. That sick bastard, you know he wanted to do this more than ever.
He pulls out, and it all comes flowing out, the sensation has your stomach tightening. "Fuck, didn't think it would be this good." Sukuna grabs your discarded robes wiping the cum that got on him. "I could get used to that" he's already thinking of all the positions he could put you in.
"Okayy, let's not get ahead of ourselves."
You proceeded to enjoy a nice hot bath, a fulfilling dinner, and the best sleep of your life.
This took me 3 periods to complete because i was too cranky to write. He's so jghjghvsd, ugh i need him. Please let me know if the scenes feel rushed, or if they dont make sense. I'm always open for constructive criticism. Thank you for reading!
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