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thinking about jjk men and their favorite positions:
nanami would love missionary and mirror sex. i fell like missionary is a classic loving one. he likes to watch you from above and see all your expressions. mirror sex is kinda like a more possessive one. he want to be in charge (like in missionary) but in a more “aggressive” way. he wants you to know that he would what he want and watch you from a mirror.
gojo loves cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. he loves letting you be in charge and be at your own peace. he’s just in bed with his back touching the headboard with his hand on your hips or hands behind his head. at the same time if he want to tease you he would start to match your peace with his hips. he would probably like missionary too.
toji LOVES doggy style. rough sex but also some slow sex just to tease you. that’s it.
choso really likes lotus. he’s just sitting there and hugging you and kissing and making sure you are alright. really slow and loving sex. i feel like he is a hopeless romantic.
geto would eat you out first and the when you are exhausted just go with a random position. it could be missionary or from behind or yeah you got it. but i also fell like the would live to have to have your legs on his shoulders yk? like you are just lying on the bed and he is on his knees (on the bed) and your legs near his face on his shoulder.
sukuna… well he would be okay with every position. BUT he would enjoy you laying on your stomach or arching your back. rough sex with this man, soft moments are rare but when he’s soft he’s all over you.
pairing: ryomen sukuna x fem!reader (university au)
summary: sukuna has a notorious reputation on campus of being terrifying, but it's hard to be too scared of the guy when he shows up to your family’s failing bakery every day to buy strawberry shortbread.
when your life feels like its falling apart you discover just how sweet he can be.
word count: 7.4k
content: 18+ mdni, smut, university au, FLUFF, angst, humor, slow burn, idiots in love, miscommunication, parental illness/death, grief, toxic ex-bf, reference to past sexual coercion/assault, money issues, stress and overwork, introverted reader, panic attacks, anxiety, violence, piv, fingering, cunnilingus, 69ing
a/n: sorry this took so long, writing is like wading through mud for me at the minute! anyway, bit of a shorter chapter today as this one is kinda the bridge into the next act - enjoy 7k words of (mostly) fluff!
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Sukuna’s heart was fluttering like crazy as he stared down at you, the pancakes on the tray in his hand completely forgotten at the sight of you in the doorway, hands rubbing your eyes sleepily, dressed in nothing but his t-shirt.
The shirt was one of his favourites, with Avenged Sevenfold’s City of Evil album cover depicted across the front. It was far too big for you, almost reaching your knees, and it was a far cry from the cutesy clothes that you’d usually have on - a complete vibe shift from the sanrio baby tees that he’d see you wear so often.
It had his brain completely short-circuiting.
You looked so adorable, pouting up at him, the bare skin of your legs teasing him from beneath the fabric that he’d worn so many times. There was something entrancing about seeing you all dressed up in his clothes, like you were really his.
He supposed that after last night, you actually were.
He still couldn’t quite believe the events that had transpired after the festival, awakening with the assumption that it had all just been a nice dream. Until he found you curled up in his arms completely naked, tangled so intimately in his grip that he could no longer doubt reality.
His mind had replayed the evening over and over again that morning, face flushing with heat each time he recalled the feeling of you wrapped around him, your fingers digging into his skin, the cute little sounds that you’d made just for him.
In his life, he’d had plenty of sex, lots of sex that he would deem as good too - with experienced people.
But never had it made him feel like he did right now.
He was giddy with excitement, unable to think of anything but you, desperate to touch you again. Seeing the way that your eyes lit up with him inside you had him eager to witness it again, knowing that he’d happily spend forever trying new things with you and proving how good sex could be when you weren’t doing it with the world’s worst person.
“Pancakes?” You asked, tilting your head cutely as you stared at him from the doorway.
He’d been making them with the intention of bringing you breakfast in bed, but you’d evidently awoken before he could make it up the stairs.
“Figured you’d be hungry.”
You padded over to him, taking the tray from his hands and placing it down on the table before pushing yourself up onto your tiptoes and pressing your lips against his in a sweet kiss, leaving his brain short-circuiting for the second time that morning.
He didn’t mind that you weren’t generally one for boldness, but it meant that he was caught particularly off-guard when you’d instigate actions like this.
“Thank you.” You said, a cute smile lighting up your face.
“Sure.”
He was trying his best to play it cool, like you hadn’t left him totally disoriented as he watched you dig into the pancakes that he’d so lovingly made for you.
God, how could you be so cute? It was stupid how giddy he felt right now, like he was some kind of love-struck teenager.
“Did you sleep well?” He asked, trying to regain control of himself as he slipped into the chair opposite you.
“Really well.”
That played to his ego.
“Glad to hear it.”
You stared down at your plate for a moment, chewing your lip before taking a deep breath. “It was okay, right?”
He tilted his head at you, not quite catching your meaning.
“Huh?”
“Y’know.” You flushed. “Last night.”
He scoffed.
It would forever be beyond him why you were always so hellbent on sabotaging yourself, assuming the very worst despite the fact that he’d done everything in his power to make it clear how much he was enjoying himself last night.
“Obviously, dumbass.”
“It's not obvious.” You mumbled, your blush only deepening.
“It is.” He leant forward with a grin. “But since you’re a little dense, I can spell it out for you: last night was probably the best night of my life, I literally dreamt about it afterwards, and I can’t wait to do it again. Does that clear things up for you?”
“I guess.”
You were pouting now, and he couldn’t help but think how cute you looked, all flustered and embarrassed as a result of his words. It was something that you were just going to have to get used to, since you were his girlfriend now and that gave him the right to say things like that all the time.
“Do you wanna do something today?” You changed the subject, making idle conversation as you scoffed down the pancakes. A trail of maple syrup had fallen from the corner of your mouth, and somehow it only made you look cuter as you stared up at him with big eyes.
“Sure, we could go out somewhere.” He shrugged. “Or, we could stay here all day and make best use of our time another way?”
He leant across the table, thumb brushing the syrup from your chin before licking it from his own skin, keenly aware of how flustered the action seemed to make you. He almost laughed at the way that you furiously wiped at your own face after that.
“Uh- yeah, yeah or that.” You mumbled nervously, brushing a strand of hair from your eyes.
“Because you liked last night, right?”
He figured he should probably ask, because with you it wasn’t quite as obvious. He got the sense that you were the type of person who might opt to stay silent if there was an aspect that you didn’t enjoy, and there was no way that he was going to become Hiromi 2.0 by not double checking.
“Yeah.” You said softly, playing with your fingers.
“You’d tell me if you didn’t, right? I’m not gonna get mad at you or anything.”
You sniffled a little, and for a second Sukuna felt his heart drop. He was replaying everything in his mind, wondering if he’d misread things, panicking about the idea that he might not have left a better impression than your ex.
Wiping your eyes, you glanced up at him with a little smile. “Yeah. Sorry, you’re just being so nice about everything, I’m not really used to it.”
He let out a sigh of relief, the tension in his shoulders easing.
“Well get used to it.” He said, rounding the table and sliding a hand beneath your chin, forcing you to look up at him. Your eyes were a little glassy, but you were smiling up at him sweetly, waiting to see what he’d do next.
He pulled you to your feet, lips pressing hungrily against yours, pulling your smaller body flush against his. He wrapped one arm around you, hand splayed firmly against your lower back, while his other hand moved down to your thigh, pushing up the hem of the oversized t-shirt you were wearing, allowing him to touch the warm skin beneath.
His hand trailed slowly upwards as he deepened the kiss, your body shivering beneath his touch. He was pleasantly surprised to find that you weren’t wearing panties beneath his shirt, left wondering if the decision had been intentional.
Based on the way that you were pressing yourself up against him, your kiss needy and desperate, he could only assume that was the case. Something that was made even more obvious by the fact that you were dripping, twitching at the feeling of his fingers pressing gently against your folds, letting out a soft sigh against his lips.
At first he didn’t hear the phone ringing, opting to block out any background noise for the sake of paying full attention to you.
What could possibly be more important than what he was doing right now?
But as you pulled back, your expression cloudy with disappointment, he realised that it was your phone buzzing insistently on the table.
“Sorry. It’s probably my dad, I should-”
“Yeah, go ahead, I’m not going anywhere.” He shrugged, reluctantly releasing you, shamelessly checking you out as you padded over to your phone.
He definitely wasn’t going anywhere.
He wanted to continue making out with you as soon as possible - already painfully hard because that was just his constant status in your presence. He idly wondered if you had any understanding of the effect that you had on him, because for the most part he was a nonchalant guy, and you were making him anything but that.
But who was he kidding?
Of course you didn’t know.
He could tell you exactly how he was feeling and you still wouldn’t really believe him.
“Hey dad.” You said as you picked up the phone, voice echoing as you headed up the stairs for some privacy. “No- not much, I’m just at Sukuna’s place. Is everything okay?”
Your voice became inaudible after that, the door of his bedroom shutting behind you, leaving only muffled sounds behind. He sat back down in the chair at the kitchen table, picking at the leftover pancakes and scrolling on his phone.
Satoru had sent him over twenty instagram reels to watch, so it was easy to occupy his time while he waited for you to return.
He used to just like whatever videos his friend sent him without actually watching them. But unfortunately, Satoru had recently sent him one of those stupid reels ‘testing’ to see if the other person was watching by telling them to respond with a catchphrase.
Satoru had totally flipped out at him when he simply liked the reel rather than providing the required response, and ever since then he’d treated watching reels like a job, always making sure to pay full attention and give that white-haired baby the response he wanted.
Trying to fight it just wasn’t worth the headache - even if his reel selection was utter shit.
He was on reel nineteen when you finally came back downstairs, looking a little dejected. He swiped the app closed immediately, all of his attention on you. Satoru and his childish demands could wait - he was in California anyway, so any tantrum he wanted to throw wasn’t Sukuna’s problem.
“Alright?”
“Yeah, mostly…my dad is on his way to the hospital - he had a few issues through the night and they just want to get him checked out. Last time he ignored the warning signs they had to put him on fluids for days, so better safe than sorry.”
Your expression was neutral, voice calm. He always found it strange - the way that you seemed to be able to detach when discussing your father’s condition, as if you could only view it from a logical standpoint, doing everything that you could to avoid getting emotion involved.
He supposed it was your way of coping.
“Fuck- I’m sorry. Do you want to go and be with him? I can drive you?”
“No, no - he said that everything’s fine, my aunt’s with him. He just asked if I could manage the bakery today while they’re out. Apparently my cousin is up in Sendai at the minute so he can’t do it.”
He paused for a moment, a little disappointed that you weren’t going to spend the day entangled in his bed, eager to touch you again. He knew that attitude was overly greedy though - he should be grateful that last night happened at all, and it wasn’t like there was any time limit on your relationship.
There’d be plenty of other opportunities for lazy days in his room.
“Sorry, I know you wanted to hang out today.” You said softly.
“We still can.” He said. “I don’t mind helping out at the bakery if that would make things easier for you?”
He wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to spend time with you, no matter the form it took.
Even if he’d spent the last few weeks constantly in your presence, it was never enough for him.
—
“I thought they’d be back by now.” You mused, shutting off the coffee machine.
The day had been relatively uneventful, with the two of you easily dealing with the usual flow of customers. Sukuna had stood behind the counter with you for most of the day, making your job easier by handling any coffee making while you took the orders.
Although you had insisted that he take a break as the day bled on into the afternoon, pointing out that he was doing this for no pay and really didn’t have to help out. At that point he’d switched tactics and sat down at a table, reading his book aloud to you in the moments that the bakery was empty.
His current read was Earthlings by Sayaka Murata. He wasn’t really sure what he thought about it yet, finding the whole thing a little creepy, but rather intriguing at the same time. It wasn’t the type of book he’d usually read, but you’d recommended the author to him and you’d never led him astray in the past.
You seemed to be enjoying listening to it at the very least, leaning on the counter as you stared over at him, paying rapt attention. He wasn’t sure if it was the story that you were interested in, or if it was just the sound of his voice.
He hoped for the latter.
Either way, he’d stopped reading at around the halfway point, figuring he could always continue later when the two of you were curled up in his bed. For the last hour or so he’d been scrolling twitter, occasionally showing you funny memes while you cleaned up for the end of the day.
“Maybe they’ve just run into traffic?” Sukuna offered.
He wasn’t sure if the lack of contact you’d had from them throughout the day was unusual or not, but you didn’t seem super anxious so he opted to assume that this wasn’t the first time they’d been caught up at the hospital all day without giving you any news.
“Probably. Or they might be keeping him overnight, they’ve done that before when his fluids were low - he’s probably struggling to get enough food and water in this heat.”
You’d talked a lot about how little your father was able to consume these days, brushing off meals, eating the bare minimum to keep him sustained, his body weight disappearing by the second. Sukuna had to restrain himself from visibly reacting the last time he’d seen the man, his face sunken, bones visible through his skin.
Sometimes he wondered how you were coping with it at all.
It wasn’t a topic that the two of you broached too often, with him assuming that if you wanted to discuss it with him you would. He wasn’t going to push the matter if you just didn’t want to think about it at all.
He could understand that.
He wasn’t sure how he’d feel if it was his father in this situation, whether he’d want people to console him or if he’d prefer to pretend it wasn’t happening at all.
“We can go over there.” He reiterated his words from the morning, and you shot him a grateful smile.
“Nah, it's okay. He hates having loads of attention, and this has happened a few times now. They’ll text me if anything serious happens.”
He nodded, a little unconvinced by your nonchalance but unwilling to push too hard. If you said it was fine, it was fine. It wasn’t his place to challenge you. Besides, he knew your dad’s pride well - being surrounded by people worrying about him was the last thing he needed.
You finished doing your end of the day checks, before pulling out your phone and dropping a quick text to your aunt, asking if they were okay and whether they needed you to open up the shop for them tomorrow morning.
Sukuna packed away his book, leaning his chin on his hand as he watched you finish up, grateful for the fact that he was allowed to openly check you out now that you were his girlfriend, even if the attention did still leave you blushing and flustered whenever you caught him in the act.
“Wanna get takeout on the way home?” He asked, watching you sling your backpack over your shoulder.
“Sounds great.”
Nearly an hour later, the two of you were on his sofa, pizza boxes on your laps while Sukuna scrolled through the horror movie section on Netflix.
Your thigh was pressing against his, hand grasping a greasy slice of pizza while you pouted at the screen. You’d made your stance on horror movies very clear to him, emphasising that you hated the damn things. Unfortunately for you, that made Sukuna even more keen to put one on, knowing that you’d be clinging on to him all cute and scared.
Was that a bit mean? Maybe.
But he had been the most patient boyfriend in the world for you, so in his mind he was owed a little bit of fun in the form of making you watch some terrible slasher movie with him.
He settled on Scream, mainly because it wasn’t that scary a movie in his mind, and he didn’t want to put something on that would make you cry. He figured that if he started off with something tame, he could slowly build up your courage until you were ready to see the really scary ones.
Barbarian was the movie that he’d really wanted to show you, because it was one of his favourites. But he also wanted to have sex with you that evening, and making you watch that movie with all its gross aspects would significantly decrease the chances of that happening.
Two hours of Skeet Ulrich and Matthew Lillard looking hot in Scream though? He was sure that would help his chances even if you didn’t like the movie.
And boy did you not like the movie.
You were practically watching the whole thing through your hands, jumping at every little sound. Sukuna had his arm firmly wrapped around your shoulders, keeping you pressed up against him, planting reassuring kisses on the top of your head whenever there was a jumpscare.
Considering that the jumpscares in Scream barely even qualified as jumpscares in his mind, he was seriously caught off guard by how low your fear tolerance was.
Every now and then you’d glare over at him as he chuckled at your behavior, snapping that it wasn’t funny, and that you couldn’t understand how he could actually be enjoying this.
It was still cute though, the way that you were clinging to him, practically in his lap by the end of it, only starting to calm down when the twist of the film was revealed signalling an end to the scarier parts of the movie.
“No more horror movies.” You mumbled as the credits rolled, burying your face into the crook of his neck, your fingers playing with the fabric of his t-shirt.
“Aww you don’t mean that.”
His fingers were playing with your hair, red gaze fixed on you. It was nice to see how comfortable you’d grown with him, so willing to seek out his affection, the warmth of your weight on top of him growing more and more familiar.
“Who’s gonna come and watch the new Five Nights at Freddy’s with me if not you?”
You pouted up at him. “I don’t know, take Satoru.”
“He doesn’t know the lore.”
“Neither do I.” You giggled, his heart fluttering at the sight of your smile.
“Yeah but I’d happily explain it all to you, I don’t wanna explain it to Satoru.”
“What makes you think I want to know? I’ve got more important things to keep in my head you know.”
“Baby.” He said, looking at you with faux seriousness. “There’s nothing more important than The Bite of ‘87.”
You were laughing harder now. He was grinning down at you, his ego never failing to swell when he’d make you laugh so freely. Especially considering that you’d been nearly in tears watching that movie.
Seriously, he needed to get your horror movie tolerance up.
As your laughter started to die down, he gently bumped the tip of his nose against yours.
“You can pick the movie next time.”
“Yeah? Then we’re watching something nice like Little Women.” You said, chuckling a little, the idea of him watching that movie clearly amusing to you.
“Sounds lovely. Amy has always resonated with me.”
You stared at him, dumbfounded. “You know the characters from Little Women?”
The incredulous nature of your tone wounded him a little, because he’d gone to see Greta Gerwig’s classic in the cinema when it had first come out. Granted, it was because Choso had wanted to see it to impress some girl and didn’t want to go alone, but still.
“Doesn’t everyone?” He asked with a smug grin, feeling victorious over the idea that he could keep up with your interests but you didn’t know a single thing about FNAF lore.
Pretty embarrassing for you.
Although, he was glad that you hadn’t brought up one of the many other classics that he hadn’t seen or read - if you started asking him questions about Pride or Prejudice or Wuthering Heights he was done for.
“I don’t think most guys would.” You said. “Shouldn’t judge a book by its cover I guess.”
“I’m a man of many tastes.”
He didn’t particularly like Little Women if he was being really honest with himself, but he wanted you to think that he was cultured, so he’d keep that opinion to himself. He liked that you were looking at him all impressed - he’d gladly live the rest of his life being greeted by that sight each day.
“Sure.” You giggled. “Bit late for another movie tonight though.”
You were yawning, reaching your hands high above your arms in a stretch. His eyes flicked to the bottom of your t-shirt, enticed by the patch of skin that appeared as the fabric rode up.
You were so hot.
His hands moved there instinctively, fingers tenderly tracing over your soft waist. For a moment you froze, pausing mid stretch at the sensation before relaxing under his hands, dropping your arms back down to your sides, blinking down at him cutely.
“I can make it up to you, you know.” He grinned at you, squeezing your waist gently. “Show you how sorry I am for making you watch something scary?”
“Yeah?” You tilted your head playfully. “How so?”
He had you on the sofa beneath him in mere seconds, lips pressing hungrily against yours, fingers still digging into the soft skin at your waist. The credits of Scream were rolling on in the background, the flickering of the TV the only illumination in his living room.
You kissed him back with fervour, your hands wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him down closer to you. He let out a soft sigh against your lips, the taste of your lipgloss flooding his senses as he pressed his tongue into your mouth.
Fuck, he loved kissing you.
Kissing had never been an action that ranked highly on his list of priorities, and for the most part he’d limited the amount of kissing that he’d done with women on one night stands. It was something that had always felt too intimate for him, something that people would do out of love.
Perhaps that was why he enjoyed it so immensely with you, obsessed with the weight of your lips against his, more than happy to spend hours making out with you without any other goal in mind.
You were just that addicting.
It seemed like you had other plans for the evening though.
One of your hands slid down from his shoulder, tracing along his toned chest through his t-shirt, before skimming along the outside of his jeans. Your fingers were delicate against the bulge of his cock, squeezing him lightly through the fabric.
He should’ve felt humiliated at the way that it pulled a groan from his lips, but he was too busy being shocked by your boldness to really give it too much thought.
Eager to reciprocate your actions, he pulled back from the kiss for a moment. His hands slid further up your body, ruckling up your t-shirt until the cloth was sitting just above your breasts.
He was grateful for the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra, taking a moment to drink in the sight of you before taking one breast in each hand. Slowly, he massaged the skin, fingers running agonisingly slowly over your nipples, watching the way your body twitched at his movements.
“So fucking pretty.” He praised, leaning forward and capturing your lips once more, stomach tensing as your hand squeezed his cock a little harder.
He didn’t want to be the type of guy who would cum with all their clothes still on, but your delicate touch already had him riled up beyond relief. It was insane, the effect that you had on him. Part of him wondered if his body would ever feel relaxed around you, or if he’d spend the rest of his life trying not to cum prematurely whenever you had sex.
Your other hand fell from his shoulder, moving to undo his belt buckle, tugging at the top of his jeans, urging him to take them off.
Reluctantly, he pulled his hands away from your breasts for a moment, sitting up to remove his trousers. He’d naively assumed that you’d stay there beneath him, lying there all pretty just like he wanted. Instead, you were shifting yourself down off the couch, positioning yourself on your knees in front of him.
“These too.” You mumbled impatiently.
His breath hitched as you tugged at his boxers. He hadn’t been expecting things to play out this way at all, with you dictating the pace for him. After all, he’d promised to make things up to you, and yet there you were between his legs, staring up in fascination at his cock hanging heavy, his boxers discarded.
Your hand wrapped carefully around the base of the shaft, giving it a few experimental pumps. Sukuna had to bite his lip to keep himself from moaning, especially as your tongue darted out to lick tentatively at his leaking tip.
“Fuck, baby.” He hissed.
There was a large part of him that wanted to sit back and let you continue, especially when your eyes darted up to meet his, all wide and hopeful, desperate to confirm that he was pleased with your actions.
That had him twitching hard.
But he had a better plan in mind.
So, reluctantly he threaded a hand through your hair, pulling you back ever so slightly. “Hold on. I wanna try something.”
You tilted your head at him curiously, going along with it as he pulled you to your feet and started to undress you, removing clothes until you stood naked before him. It was clear that you felt a little awkward, cheeks red, fiddling with your fingers under the intensity of his gaze.
He could stare at you for ages if you’d let him, but he could tell that your tolerance for that was low and the last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable.
Even though his next request would probably make you all shy and embarrassed either way.
“Sit on my face.”
“Huh?” You blinked at him, almost unsure that you’d heard him correctly.
He lay back on the sofa, getting comfortable and stretching his legs out, before pointing towards his face, red eyes fixed on you evenly. “Come and sit here.”
“Oh, I- Uh-”
It was amusing, the way that your boldness from just moments ago had fled you entirely at his suggestion.
“You wanted to suck my cock, right?”
You nodded tentatively, much more unsure now. It was clear that his confidence had knocked you off kilter, and he considered the fact that you’d clearly had a plan to catch him off guard which had now been thoroughly tossed out the window.
Wasn’t that cute?
“Then let me eat you out while you do it. It's only fair.”
You looked like you were about to pass out.
“That's- I don’t- don’t want to like…crush you?”
“You’re not gonna crush me.” He laughed. “Just c’mere.”
His hand reached out for yours, tangling fingers together as he tugged you over to him. His hands moved to your waist then, guiding you with a firm but careful grip, maneuvering your legs to either side of his head, your body hovering just above him.
He could see the slight tremble in your form, the way that you were biting your lip with uncertainty.
“Calm down baby, this’ll feel great.”
Tugging at your hips, he brought you down slowly onto his face.
He’d expected more of a fight from you, more babbling about how embarrassing it would be, but you were silent now. Well, silent save for the way that you gasped as his tongue flicked up at your folds, revelling in the way that you tasted.
Even though he’d proposed the idea of you sucking his cock while he did this, he hadn’t really expected that from you. He’d figured that once he had you like this you’d freeze up in your usual nervous manner, completely overcome with pleasure.
But you were full of surprises today, knees digging down into the sofa as you leant forward. Your body was pressed firmly against his, pussy grinding against his face a little at the adjustment of your position.
He felt your hand wrap around his cock, your tongue lapping at the tip once more before taking it into your mouth.
The warmth of your lips wrapped around him was heaven, and it sent a pleasurable shiver running through his whole body. He wasn’t sure how experienced you were with this kind of thing, not eager to imagine you doing this with Hiromi, but the way that you were swirling your tongue carefully around the tip as you slowly eased yourself deeper suggested that you had at least some knowledge.
As much as he wanted to just get lost in the feeling of your mouth, he wasn’t about to forget about the task at hand, lapping eagerly at your pussy, licking broad stripes from your clit and down through your folds. His hands were squeezing your thighs tightly, making sure you couldn’t wriggle away from the pleasure.
Not that you seemed to have any intent to do so, completely focussed on his cock. You’d managed to get most of him in your mouth, your hand stroking at the bit that you couldn’t.
Fuck, you were good at this.
If you kept going the way that you were, you were going to make him cum in no time.
Though, he suspected that the same was true for you if the copious amount of slick dripping down his chin was anything to go by. He ran his tongue slowly through your folds one more time before craning his neck up a little, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking hard.
You let out a muffled cry around his cock, body shaking as you came on his face. Your nails dug hard into his thighs, teeth scraping ever so slightly against his cock. It was evident that you’d been caught off guard by the orgasm, grinding yourself desperately down against his face to try and ride out the feeling.
He started to buck his own hips a little, feeling his own end approaching, a sense of sadistic glee overcoming him at the sound of you choking on his size. Even so, you managed to adjust, tongue flicking eagerly against the underside of his cock, maintaining focus even with the way your body was shaking from the overstimulation of his tongue.
Groaning your name out against your pussy, he tapped your ass softly in an attempt to warn you that he was about to cum, giving you the opportunity to pull back if you wanted to. You ignored that warning entirely, doubling down on your efforts and allowing him to come undone in your mouth.
There was a part of him that felt bad filling your mouth like that, but the worry was quickly forgotten as you swallowed his seed without any hesitation, pulling back from his cock and gasping for breath.
He was already hard again, insanely turned on by what had just happened. Lifting you carefully off of him, he stared down at you affectionately, his heart racing at the sight of his cum dripping down your chin, your eyes all wide and pretty gazing back at him.
“That felt so fucking good.” He breathed, gaze fixed on you, obsessed with the shy smile manifesting on your face as you wiped your chin anxiously.
“It did.” You agreed, your voice a little more airy and high-pitched than usual.
“Need to be inside you so bad, baby.” He murmured, leaning forward and capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, taking a moment to taste himself on your tongue before maneuvering you again, placing you on all fours atop the couch.
He took a moment to admire you in that position before positioning himself behind you eagerly.
“-Kuna.” You whined quietly as he lined himself up at your entrance, running the tip of his cock through your folds, gathering up slick and teasing you a little, enjoying the way you were moving your hips back against him desperately.
One of these days he was going to tease you mercilessly, spend hours edging you and making you beg for him to give you what you wanted.
Unfortunately that day was not today because he was far too needy for all that right now.
Placing a hand on your upper back, he pressed you down into a deeper arch, admiring his view from behind as he sunk into you. A soft sigh fell from his lips at that familiar feeling of your tight warmth wrapping so snugly around him, the squeeze even tighter than yesterday thanks to this new position.
“Relax.” He reminded you, hands gripping your hips tightly.
“You’re so big.” You whined, fingers grasping at the couch, trying to hold it together while he pushed himself as deep as he could go.
He hummed in agreement, his cock bottoming out inside of you. He paused for a moment, listening to your soft panting, letting you adjust to his size for a few seconds.
“All good, baby?” He asked softly, fingers trailing down your spine.
“Mmm- feels so deep-”
Letting out a low chuckle he took that as his opportunity to start moving, drawing back slowly before sinking into you once more, a sigh of pleasure escaping you at the action, spurring him on even more.
Releasing the restraint that he’d been so diligently clinging to, he started to snap his hips against your ass, breathing growing more erratic with each desperate thrust. His fingers were no doubt bruising the skin on your thighs, and you were moaning out his name pathetically, your face buried into the fabric of the sofa.
“You’re so fucking perfect. Like you’re made just for me.”
You whimpered out something that sounded vaguely like agreement, your voice too muffled for him to quite make out. He could feel you squeezing him tighter with each thrust, your body shaking in his grip.
The sex yesterday had already felt incredible, but in this position he swore that he could reach much deeper, your cries coming out louder than they had last time, as if you were finding it much more difficult to hold back on expressing how much pleasure he was giving you.
God, he wanted to do this with you forever.
You were so perfect.
“Ku- Kuna- fuck- I’m gonna-”
You couldn’t quite get the words out beneath the weight of his thrusts, but he got the gist of what you were trying to say. If you were ready to cum he was going to make sure that it felt even better than last time.
Reaching beneath you, he wrapped a beefy arm around your chest, pulling you up so that your back was pressed up against his chest, the new angle allowing him to press even deeper into you. He didn’t falter in his pace, moving to abuse that sweet spot inside you, enjoying the sweet sounds falling from your lips.
And right as he felt you reaching the precipice, his free hand snaked around to your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves and sending you over the edge. You let out a loud cry of his name, struggling to stay upright as the orgasm hit you.
Luckily, he was there to hold you up, refusing to let up on his pace until he’d reached his own orgasm - something that happened only moments afterwards. With the way that your pussy was clamping down around him so tightly, he had no chance of holding out for even a moment longer.
You just felt too good.
He groaned your name softly as he emptied himself into you, pressing gentle kisses to your upper back and neck before gently releasing you from his hold, letting your upper body lay back down on the sofa.
He pulled out slowly, gaze fixed on the cum dripping down your thighs. He was oddly obsessed with the sight, adoring the feeling of fucking you without a condom - something that he’d never done on his one night stands.
You were different to them, after all.
Shakily, you sat up, allowing Sukuna to pull you tightly against his chest. Your expression suggested that you were completely out of it, your eyelids heavy, lips glossy and slightly parted.
You always looked beautiful to him, but seeing you like this, in a way that was reserved only for his eyes? That was something else entirely.
His lips were soft as they fell upon your neck, planting kisses up along your throat before moving to your face, peppering them along your cheeks, forehead, nose, and finally your lips.
You made some effort to kiss him back, but it was sloppy and uncoordinated, that hazy look in your eyes making your exhaustion evident. Sliding a hand under your legs, and another behind your back, he cradled you against his chest in a princess carry, getting to his feet with ease.
“Come on baby, let's get you to bed.”
—
It was the early hours of the morning when the two of you were awoken to the sound of a phone buzzing on the bedside table.
Sukuna had ignored it at first, assuming that it was a part of his dream, still caught in that weird zone between sleep and consciousness. He only really came to when he felt you shuffling against him, your tired body wriggling in his grasp as you sat up, scrambling around to pick up your phone.
“Hello?” Your voice was all cute and raspy, hand moving to rub sleep out of your eyes.
He could vaguely hear the sound of someone talking on the other end of the line, a desperate panic in their voice. Slowly he moved into sitting position himself, vision still a little blurry from waking up so suddenly.
But his sight was still clear enough to pick up on the way that you’d frozen up, eyes wide and worried.
His hand moved to your back, concern bubbling in his chest as the person on the phone continued to drone away. Your body was tense, your back rigid beneath his fingers, unable to relax even as he drew comforting circles into your skin.
He already knew what this was, you both did.
There was only one reason for you to receive a call in the dead of night. No good news ever arrived after 10pm.
“Right. I’ll be there soon.” Your voice was monotonous, pausing for a moment to let the person respond before speaking once more. “Love you too.”
It was clear that the call had ended, but you remained unmoving for several moments afterwards - the phone still pressed to your ear, your gaze vacant. It was like you were somewhere else, in your own little space far away from Sukuna and the rest of reality.
Unfortunately, you couldn’t stay there forever.
Sukuna gently reached up and took the phone from your shaking hand, placing it down on the soft sheets. It lit up for a moment, the screen filled with several unread texts from your aunt, clearly an attempt to get a hold of you before ultimately opting to call.
You didn’t seem to even register the loss of your phone, your hand still up by your face. Sukuna tenderly grasped it in his own, pulling your arm down so that your hand was resting in your lap. His thumb soothed over your knuckles carefully, red eyes meeting yours.
He wasn’t quite sure what to say. Not completely sure of the situation, but with enough of an educated guess to understand that time was of the essence, and the two of you couldn’t waste it sitting here staring into space.
“Baby.” He whispered. “Do you need me to drive you to the hospital?”
For the first time since the phone call, you looked back at him.
Your eyes were watery, your expression filled with a despair that he’d never seen on your face before. He’d seen you sad, stressed, and exhausted - this was something else entirely. It was a look of defeat that had his heart wrenching desperately, wishing he had some way of undoing what you’d just heard.
“They said- they- he had a seizure. He only has hours-” Your lip was trembling, voice cracking.
Sukuna took a deep breath, trying to ignore the deep set dread in his chest. He needed to be strong for you - couldn’t let his affection for your father break him when things were a hundred times worse for you.
“I- don’t-” You started, faltering as tears started to fall. “If I go there, it’ll happen.”
His brow furrowed in confusion, his exhausted mind nowhere near awake enough to parse the meaning of that statement.
“What do you mean?”
“Right now, in this moment, he’s alive. If I never leave this moment, if I don’t go there, he won’t die.”
Ah.
It was childish reasoning, a naive idea that your inaction could freeze time itself. He knew that you didn’t really believe it, that you were just trying to hold onto something, anything from facing up to the reality of what was happening.
A reality that was now extremely evident to both of you.
The timer that had been ticking down on your father’s life was finally reaching its end. You’d known that it was the case, the doctors had said that he was unlikely to live much longer, the chemo only keeping the cancer at bay, unable to heal him. But it still felt like you were being robbed of time.
You’d hoped he’d live until Christmas, that you’d be able to spend one more snowy December with him before he passed.
And yet here you were, midway through the summer, receiving that fateful call that you’d been dreading since his diagnosis.
No wonder you didn’t want to accept it.
“It’ll happen either way.” Sukuna’s words were a little colder than he’d intended them to be, but right now he needed to get you to move.
You looked hurt, almost horrified that he’d say such a thing, like he was the one single-handedly causing the situation. Usually such a reaction from you would’ve wounded him, but in this moment he didn’t care. He couldn’t let you just sit here and waste time while your father died.
You’d regret it for the rest of your life.
“He’s scared right now. He needs you.” He said, softer this time.
That seemed to do the trick, a sudden awareness blooming across your pretty features. He hated the look of grief in your eyes, the way that your chest was rapidly rising and falling with sheer panic.
But he couldn’t do anything to solve your problems right now. All he could do was try to be there for you and help out wherever he could.
Sukuna rose to his feet, picking up one of his hoodies and tossing it over to you, along with a pair of sweatpants.
“Get dressed, I'll drive you to the hospital.”
a/n: yeah i'm sorry :(
anyway has anyone seen the new fnaf movie?? it was like the person who made it had never seen a movie before, funniest shit I've ever seen 10/10
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when u look at 2017 and think “oh that’s only like 3 years ago” and it’s actually 12,000 years ago and everything is gone and everyone you know has been reduced to ash and the world is completely different
