Rebellious reader getting sent to church by your religious parents so that priest!Sukuna can ‘fix’ you but you get fucked on the marble stairs of the church instead
fem!sukuna ryomen beating the shit out of your ex boyfriend ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
that's what best friends are for!
cw: violence, suggestive, sukuna wants that cookie so bad, the word dyke is mentioned
You are enraged when you call your best friend. After months of guessing and having a weird feeling, you finally got proof that your lame ass boyfriend is cheating on you. And you are so fucking angry, you don’t know where to put all the violence boiling in your guts.
You facetime her late at night, just with your summer pajamas on because it’s hot outside and inside too for you.
“Hi, hoe.” She picks up instantly, her hair pulled back in a ponytail and sweat clinging in her forehead
“Suki, you’re not going to believe— are you at the gym?” you stop, not noticing how her eyes drop down to the neckline of your pajama.
“Yeah, I am,” she shrugs her shoulders, walking around a nearly empty gym to sit down on a bench.
“It’s ten p.m.”
“What’s your point?”
“Ugh, whatever. I finally broke up with my boyfriend.”
Oh, the joy on Sukuna’s face when you gave her the news. All the time telling you that you should leave him, calling him an asshole and knowing damn well that she could treat you better are paying now.
You keep pacing around your room, the phone shaking a little in your hand as you vent. “He’s such a fucking loser, Suki. I saw the messages, the pictures, everything. Months of me feeling like I was crazy for doubting him, and now? I’m so fucking angry I could scream. I just wanna punch something.”
Sukuna leans back on the gym bench, her tank top sticking to her skin from the workout. She tries to pull her face into something sympathetic, eyebrows knitting together like she’s really feeling your pain, but you catch that little spark in her eyes anyway. The corner of her mouth twitches up before she forces it down.
“Damn, babe. That’s rough. I’m sorry you had to deal with that shithead for so long.”
But inside, her heart is racing. Finally. No more watching you waste your time on that weak excuse for a guy. She’s been waiting for this, biting her tongue every time he disappointed you, knowing she could step up and give you everything he never could. Her gaze drops again, tracing the way your summer pajamas cling to you in the heat, the thin straps slipping off one shoulder. God, you look good when you’re pissed.
You flop down on your bed, the camera angle shifting so she gets an even better view. “I’m serious, Suki. I’m so angry I don’t know what to do with it. I wish I had the strength to just beat the shit out of him.”
“Oh baby, that’s fine. He does deserve a few punches in the face.”
You press your lips together, looking at Sukuna’s strong and toned body, she has everything: abs, bicep, perfect thighs, oh and she’s definitely taller than him.
“Suki…” you start.
“Yes?” She arches her eyebrow.
“Would you… hypothetically, beat the shit out of him for me?”
“Hypothetically?” she teases.
“Okay, no. For real.”
A grin spreads across her face. “Hell yeah. Say the word and I’ll handle it. I’ve been dying to knock his teeth in anyway. Nobody fucks with you like that and gets away with it while I’m around.”
You laugh a little through the rage, the sound shaky but real, and Sukuna’s chest tightens in the best way. She sits up straighter, wiping sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. “You’re better off, trust me. C’mon, tell me more about what that idiot did. I wanna hear every detail so I can plan exactly how I’m gonna make him regret it.”
She’s already imagining it, showing up at your place later, pulling you into a hug and letting her hands wander while she whispers how you deserve someone better and stronger than him, she could even slip a “I’d treat you right” if she feels brave enough. You don’t notice how her eyes darken just a bit, or the way she bites her lip when you shift on the bed again.
You hang up the FaceTime after a few more minutes of venting, but Sukuna doesn’t leave it there. Twenty minutes later there’s a knock on your door, you open it and there she is, still in her gym tank and shorts, hair a little messy from the ponytail
“Come here,” she says, pulling you into a tight hug before you can even speak. Her body is warm, still buzzing with energy. “We’re gonna handle this tonight, right? I hate seeing your pretty face angry.”
“Y-yeah,” you nod, letting her in
You both sit on your couch, knees touching and she listens while you rant some more. Then the idea hits her. Her eyes light up with that mischievous glint. “Call him. Tell him you’re sad as fuck, crying over him like an idiot. He’ll eat that shit up. And I’ll take care of the rest.”
You hesitate for a second, but the rage is still fresh. Sukuna scoots closer, her hand resting on your thigh as you dial.
You put on your best broken voice, sniffling a little. “Hey… I can’t stop thinking about us. I’m so lonely right now, and everything feels wrong without you. Can you come over? Please?”
He buys it instantly, a cocky tone slipping through the speaker. “Yeah? Knew you’d come back. Be there in fifteen.”
Sukuna’s grin is feral as you hang up. She cracks her knuckles and stands up, rolling her shoulders. “Perfect. Stay behind me when he gets here.”
Fifteen minutes later the knock comes. You open the door just enough, looking all teary and small, he steps inside without asking. But before he can even say something slick, Sukuna moves.
She shoves him hard against the wall, her fist connecting with his jaw in one clean, satisfying crack. He stumbles, eyes wide, but she’s already on him again, grabbing his shirt and driving another punch into his stomach.
“WHAT THE FUCK?”
“Oh, hi,” Sukuna waves her hand in front of his face before landing another hit. “What? Did you think that cheating, lying and treating her like trash doesn’t have any consequences?”
He tries to swing back but she’s faster, stronger, years of gym time paying off as she dodges and slams him down. You stand there watching, heart pounding, the way her muscles flex under her tank top, the pure fury in her eyes as she protects you. It’s doing things to you. Heat pools low in your belly, your thighs pressing together without thinking. She’s so fucking hot like this.
He spits blood on your floor and glares up at her, then at you. “You’re with her now? I didn’t know you were a dyke now, running to this bitch the second we’re done.”
The words barely leave his mouth before Sukuna explodes. She yanks him up by the collar and slams him against the wall again, harder this time.
“Say that shit again.” Her voice drops to a growl. “She’s not yours, ya hear me? Touch her again and I’ll break every bone in your pathetic body. Get the fuck out.”
She drags him to the door and shoves him into the hallway, kicking him once for good measure as he scrambles away, cursing under his breath. The door slams shut behind him.
The apartment goes quiet except for both of you breathing hard. Sukuna turns to you, knuckles a little red, chest rising and falling. She looks ready to fight the world for you. And you? You’re flushed, pulse racing between your legs
“You okay?” she asks, stepping closer, her hand gentle now as it brushes your arm.
You glance down and nod. “Your… your hand.” You point out at the tiny cut in her knuckles. “You’re hurt, let me clean it up.”
She lets you pull her into the kitchen by her wrist, her skin hot under your fingers. You grab the paper towel, run it under cool water and start dabbing at that tiny cut on her knuckles like it’s a serious wound. It’s barely bleeding anymore, but you can’t stop touching her. Your hands are shaking a little as you clean it, pressing the cool towel gently against her skin.
“Hold still,” you whisper, even though she isn’t moving. Your bodies are so close now, her hips almost brushing yours against the counter, your thin pajama top doing nothing to hide how fast your breathing has gotten.
Sukuna watches you with this intense stare. “You don’t have to do all this, babe. It’s just a scratch. I’ve taken harder hits at the gym.”
“I want to,” you say softly, your thumb stroking along the side of her hand, way slower than necessary. You look up at her through your lashes, heart pounding so loud you’re sure she can hear it. “You were so fucking amazing back there, Suki. No one’s ever protected me like that. You’re the best best friend anyone could ask for. I feel so safe with you.”
Your voice gets a little breathier on the last part. You can’t help it. Your mind keeps replaying how strong she looked, muscles flexing... It’s making you wet, wetter, a warm ache building between your thighs as you stand there. You shift your weight, pressing your legs together, trying to ease the pressure but only making it worse.
Sukuna’s free hand comes up to rest on the counter beside you, caging you in without quite touching. She’s taking all the self control in her body to not kiss you right now.
“You know I’d do way more than beat his ass for you. I’d do anything, you just gotta say it.” she whispers, smirk on her lips and eyes burning.
Her thumb brushes over your hip enough to send sparks straight through you. You bite your lip, dabbing at her cut one more time even though it’s clean. Your nipples are hard against the thin fabric of your top, you catch her gaze dropping to them for a second before she forces it back up.
“I mean it,” you continue, voice quieter. “You’re so strong… and the way you got angry when he said that shit about me. Fuck, it turned me on a little. A lot, actually.” The confession slips out before you can stop it, your face burning hotter.
Sukuna lets out a groan, stepping a tiny bit closer so her thigh brushes between yours. “Don’t tell me that while you’re standing here touching me like you wanna do a lot more than clean a cut. Do you even know how long I’ve been waiting for you to see me like this?”
Her hand slides up from your hip to your waist, fingers gripping just enough to show how much she’s holding back. You gasp, not believing her words.
“Suki…” you whisper, your arms resting on her shoulders now, your body is screaming for her to close the gap, to push you against the counter and finally make her move. “Show me how much you want me. Please.”
She breathes in hard before she’s sitting you on the counter. “Fuck yes, babe, no need to beg.”
megumi wants to see you as you cum ୨୧ megumi fushiguro x fem!reader ୨୧ im gonna lick his tip
riding megumi means holding eye contact with him. it's hard when you're shy about even riding him in the first place. he doesn't care though, he needs your eyes on him.
he's sitting on the bed with you straddling his hips. his cock is buried deep inside you, kissing places you didn't even know he could reach. he makes you wrap your arms around his neck, faces so close you're basically breathing each other in.
he helps you grind on his cock, feeling him go even deeper.
"mm wait!" you whine at the feeling. he doesn't wait though. he keeps helping you roll your hips on his length. its good, feels really full, you can't hold back the long whiny moan that comes out of your throat.
you close your eyes, but then you feel a pinch on your thigh.
"eyes on me." he demands you, rolling deeper into you.
you whine, trying to keep your eyes open, but it's embarrassing. your cheeks flush as he continues bullying your poor pussy.
"bounce, pretty girl." he tells you in a whisper. his lips meet yours in a gentle kiss, far different to what's happening between your legs.
he helps you bounce on his cock, holding your hips tightly. it's enough to leave finger prints and yet it feels so good.
megumi sighs, panting and groaning at the feelings of you fucking yourself on his cock. his lips find yours again in another gentle kiss.
"mm so good, baby, just like that." he whimpers out as you bounce harder. your legs ache from the movements, already preparing for the pain that'll come when you're older. it's worth it though.
his breath mingles with yours, lips a whisper away from yours. "fuuuck, baby." he whines when you clench around him. you bounce sloppily, slow and fast and then stop all at once. he has to take over, rutting his tip into your walls.
"ngh, gumi!" you whine. his tip meets your spongey spot. he moans when he feels you clench around him tightly. it's almost too tight. he can't keep a steady rhythm when you clench him like that.
"tight, sweets, so ti-tight!" he whines, pressing so deep as he finishes inside you. he keeps his eyes on yours, watching as you whine, clenching harshly on his cock, milking him dry.
he watches you try not to close your eyes, failing and earning a pinch.
"i said eyes on me. now we have to do it again because you can't listen."
need more prone bone sex with william because i feel that william favored this suffocating closeness where there was no air left. it's his fav position because he likes how he is close to you, skin to skin, and you are completely trapped under him in the way like a small prey caged by a predator—but also enough to not let his weight crush you. just enough .. imagine his legs hooking yours, his forearms pinning the mattress or either holding your hands, his hair is messy and unkempt— fell forward, a silken curtain that brushed against your skin as he leaned down, his chest pressing firmly against your back. william’s breath against the nape of your neck. he had you pinned, your body pressed deep into the mattress in a prone position that left you completely vulnerable to his whims. a low, broken whimper escaped his throat a sound so rare and raw it made your heart hammer against your ribs. he was trembling, his muscles taut and vibrating with the effort of holding back the deluge. he let out a sharp, stifled gasp, his fingers digging into the bedding on either side of your hips as he increased the pressure, grinding his cock into your flesh with a desperate, hungry intensity. he hovering on the precipice, his breath hot and frantic against your ear, waiting for the exact moment to claim you. as you twisted your torso, arching your back just enough to peer over your shoulder. the sight of him nearly stole the air from your lungs.
what you saw was breathtaking. william's face was flushed, a deep, feverish rose spreading across his cheekbones. his eyes were unfocused, glazed with a heavy, intoxicating haze of lust that made him look almost dazed with lashes fluttering. his lips were parted, trembling as he fought to catch his breath, and his brow was damp with a fine sheen of sweat. he looked utterly undone needy and stripped of every ounce of his usual arrogance, more likely bewitched how captivating of you he wanted to consume you.
he leaned closer, his chest heaving against your spine as he buried his face in the crook of your shoulder, inhaling you as if you were his only lifeline. "i can't ... darling, the way you feel... it's driving me mad."
you felt less like a lover and more like a delicate creature caught in the coils of something much larger—a predator that had decided, quite suddenly, to be gentle with its prize.
You've known it your whole life; been privy to enough dinner-table conversations to know he's no good. He's always been the heavy weight of a room. The 'you-know-who' who did 'you-know-what' and'll be paying for it behind bars for god-knows how long.
You've never met him, of course. You don't have the childhood memories of a doting uncle to look back on and wonder just how he had become such a monster. He was never around, always just a name you'd hear whispered beneath your mother's breath when she'd get talking with her sister on the phone. That Ryomen, she'd call him, bad news.
After you graduated high school, and were soon to leave home, your father had taken you for a drive so that you could talk. You expected the usual lecture a girl gets before venturing off to college — no boys, no booze, no benzos — but instead, he looked you in the eyes and made you swear to never seek Sukuna out.
It was an easy promise to make, considering he was locked up and you weren't vying to get to know a man who was involved in such sketchy things, relative or not. He's probably taken life, and you weren't willing to put yours on the line.
Still, perhaps a life of knowing you shared blood with someone who had spilt so much of it made you curious about the dangers of the world. Could anyone really blame you for latching onto the scary older guy you met at a bar after a particularly gruelling test? He had sweet talked you, made you think that maybe such a rough and imposing man was capable of holding a soft spot for a sweet thing like you.
And you were, of course, wrong in your judgements; he was rough and mean in every way of the word. Hardly any respect for you or your virginity when he took you back to his barely-furnished apartment and fucked you into the mattress on his floor until you wet his pillows with your tears.
Painful as he was, it was like you'd seen the light. Your eyes were opened to a whole new world of fear-laced pleasure, and this tank of a man on top of you wasn't relenting any time soon.
What would your daddy think? His little girl who he's spent so long trying to protect from the dark and scary in this world, laid out beneath a man as mean and nasty as this one... and moaning like a whore for more.
"Quit squirming," he's holding you down, pressing the heel of his palm into your lower belly, feeling his prodigious cock near splitting you open from the inside out. "Should have put something in your drink, woulda made this easier."
That's... doing more to you than it should. Your tryst must feel the way you tighten at the prospect of being completely subjected to his whims, because he gives you a filthy fucking smile and increases pace.
"It's..." the air is forced from your lungs with each deep thrust of his length inside of you. "Oh my god, it's my first... first time."
He only rolls his eyes, slaps your hand away when you try to grab at his arm. "Obvious. You're bleeding."
You are? You'd check for yourself, catch a glimpse of the red sheen on his cock as he jackhammers into you, but when you lift your head he slaps you hard across the cheek. You gasp, choke on a sob. "'M sorry."
He rolls his eyes, pulling almost all the way out just to slam back inside of you with a grunt. "You'll clean it up."
The force of his endeavours have fresh tears springing to your eyes, but you've never known a feeling like the one blooming in your stomach, so you endure the searing burn and cruel stretch for what rewards it might reap.
Not that you're sure he'd stop if you asked him to anyway.
You try to take him in like this, the stately build of him. He's all muscle, tattooed and pierced and imposing from all sides. His eyes are sharp and uncaring, but hungry and ravenous all the same — you couldn't think of any way to describe him outside of beast-like.
His orgasm is quick to come, his face hardening as he jolts his hips forward and shoots his load inside of you with a groan. He looks so good, muscles irritated and tense as he spills his seed that you can't bring yourself to care about his earlier promise to pull out.
The feeling of being filled up like this, pumped full of cum by a man whose name you don't yet know, is almost enough to spur on your own orgasm. Another stroke from him, or a few mean words in your ear, even another strike across the face and you'd be cumming too.
But he pulls out harshly, no care for your lack of orgasm, and shuts you up when you whine at the burning loss of sensation by prying your mouth open with his fingers and feeding you his cock.
He said you'd clean up, right? Your head is forced back, jaw held open as his cock weighs heavy against your tongue. The taste of salt and iron floods your mouth, and you're keenly reminded of what he said about you bleeding. You gag, forgetting how to breathe through your nose as you're reduced to a warm, wet mouth.
It's only once you've swallowed around him a few times, cleaned the evidence of your loss of virginity from his cock, that he pulls back and lets you breathe. You cough and splutter, wipe the drool from your chin and the tears from your eyes, just to look up him leering over you and decide that you might've just fallen in love.
There's definitely something wrong with you. He grabs a pack of cigarettes from the floor beside the mattress and plucks one out, lighting it with a discarded lighter and inhaling nice and deep.
He cocks a brow when he meets your gaze, still stupid-looking and cockdrunk. "Problem?"
You blink, shake your head once and then wince at the pain blooming on your cheek where he slapped you. "Just..." your voice is hoarse, you cough. "Didn't expect my first time to be on a mattress on the floor. Or... to be like that, at all."
You weren't complaining, he could tell you'd be crawling back with downcast eyes within the week, begging please, fuck me again. Still, he rolls his neck and tries to muster up something apologetic. "Don't have much furniture yet."
"Did you just move in..?" you look around, taking in the sparse apartment. You hadn't been so focused on the decor earlier, not with his cock stealing your attention.
"Something like that," he speaks around his cigarette, looking down at you with eyes that, for some reason, have darkened. "Just got out of prison."
Nausea roils your stomach as, just for a split second, you entertain the impossible. "Oh."
He smiles. It's so predatory and shark-like that you can't remember if he had looked this familiar when he approached you at the bar.
And that look of uncertainty on your face has his cock stirring all over again. Maybe he should've been easier on you, let you cum on his cock and look back on your first time with a little more dignity than this...
but Sukuna never was great at first impressions, especially when it came to family.
usually, before bed, sukuna slides his hand down your panties, placing his large hand over your mound and keeping it there. why? whenever you build up the courage to ask, he simply just shoots you a sharp glance, saying "it’s warm. stop asking questions, woman."
imagine his surprise when he mindlessly slides his hand down, only to feel you were completely bald down there this time.
you’ve never seen sukuna so genuinely confused. his usually bored, irritated expression had faded, eyebrows raised in curiosity.
"brat, where is it."
you look over at him, shrugging. "where’s what?"
he feels around a little more, double checking, nope — not a single hair. “don’t play dumb with me, woman. the hair. where is it."
you were just as confused as he was. did he really love your bush that much?
“i shaved it?…" you respond, watching a slight frown form on his face, similar to a grumpy cat — honestly, anyone else would look at him and assume his entire family had been killed or something.
in your defense, you just felt like changing it up, assuming he wouldn’t care much at all. if you knew it’d affect him this much, you wouldn’t have plucked even a singular hair away.
"why the hell would you do that," he growls, his initial confusion quickly turning into irritation. “put it back, i don’t find this amusing."
you can’t help but let out a soft giggle, feeling sukuna pull his hand out from beneath your panties, two arms crossing in silent annoyance like a kid who’d just had their candy stolen.
"kuna’, it’ll grow back… i didn’t realise you liked it so much," you smile, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. his expression remains the same, though he doesn’t push you away, silently accepting your affection.
"don’t let this happen again," he demands.
"awwh! you miss it," you tease, poking his chest playfully. he catches your wrist in his hand, grip demanding, yet not firm enough to hurt.
CW: stepcest, noncon(?), degrading, naoya is his own warning

You had heard the head of the zenin clan liked to collect wives like it was nothing but you never expected for your mother to agree so quickly to marry a man like him. Your father had died a long time ago and it was just you and your mother ever since, marrying into this family meant you’d be able to live a good life or you were supposed to.
The first day in the estate you met noabito, he’s all wrinkly and was most definitely drunk but at least he was nice to your mother, he introduced you to his youngest and heir: naoya.
Naoya was already looking at you like you were trash, you could guess that he’s an asshole without him even talking. “Naoya, why don’t you take your new little sister to the gardens, hm?” Naobito slurred “Make her feel at home”. Naoyas eyes twitched with visible annoyance but agreed.
You ended up pressed against a tree, your cheek rubbing against the bark as naoya slides his hands under your kimono. “Your mother is just a slut you know that?” He mumbles “you must be the same… the apple never falls too far from the tree” his hands grope your breasts roughly “if you’re a good little sister I’ll be nice”, his teeth sink into your neck “Naoya please” you whine and squirm. He pressed you more against the tree and ran his hands down your body “shut up…you want your big brother to fuck you hm? I know you do” he mocks “I bet your pussy is dripping at the idea,isn’t it?” Your thighs rub together instinctively.
You gasp softly when his long slim fingers slide down your stomach and into your panties “lace hm? You’re begging for it” his condescending tone traveling into your ears. His finger finds your throbbing clit between your folds, the stickiness just pushes him to touch you more.
He turns you and lays you on the ground before your kimono comes off, his hakama and shirt coming off as well, he fucks you on the soft grass of the garden; it would be such a romantic moment if it wasn’t your asshole step brother folding you in half right now.
His thighs slap against your ass, your moans all whiny and pathetic as tip slams into your womb. “You’re such good pussy” he grunts “maybe ill keep you for myself”, his moans aren’t as loud as your whiny sounds, his thrusts were relentless and precise like he already knew your pussy. He watched your face intensely, studying your reactions, your jiggling tits distracting him.
His hands grip the back of your thighs, keeping your knees pressed to your shoulders as he drives his cock deeper into you, sweat running down his chiseled chest.
You started feeling his cock twitch inside you, his grunts turning into moans. It doesn’t take long before he’s cumming inside you, his breath heavy as he lets you go and slowly pulls out, he watches his cum seep out of your hole. With a satisfied smirk on his face he gets dressed again, not bothering to help you in any way, “expect me to visit your bedroom often” he says buttoning his shirt up “I know you don’t mind…little sister” he runs his fingers through his hair before giving you one last glance and leaving.
when he walks, it demands attention. every step filling up the sound, the area, the density around you so you know that he’s coming.
it’s even in the slight shake of the little trinkets adorning your coffee table as he drops in the couch, his heavy arms on either side of the long couch back.
or how small everything looked in his hands, how loud it was when he set something down even if it was meant to be light.
how harsh a slap to your ass felt every time you walked past him.
or when his big hands engulfed your waist no matter what you did.
how his body covered yours if you were even washing the dishes, grabbing your keys, beneath, over, under him and even in the shower.
even his fucking shadow dominated yours.
he was just big. and you loved it.
you loved every aspect of it, when he would be fucking so deep, the low drag of his dick pulling out from inside you till just his tip remained and he slammed back inside of you.
it was mesmerizing how heavy he was everywhere. how he didn’t need to do much barely lifting a finger or flexing a muscle to move you in any position he wanted.
but it was perfect watching him in missionary his long, bulky figure sweaty above you, his arms anchored at the sides of your head.
steady for him and a reminder for you of how fucking strong he was. how he could hold you in a armlock and fuck you how he wanted.
or he could bend you over anywhere, anyhow and take you cause you were his.
you’d imagine that’s your favorite position anything that demonstrated his otherworldly strength. the slight cut off of your airflow turning your moans get lighter and breathy while he fucked you on his lap.
or maybe a full nelson, feeling the stretch of your legs as sukuna forced you past what you thought your limit was, feeling the burn as he huffed only focusing on cumming and not the desperate squirm of your body with the new found angle.
but no.
your favorite position was missionary, missionary since you can wrap your legs around the sturdy expanse of his waist as he pressed back inside of you.
your arms could wrap, and scratch around his back and pull his large frame over to give you another kiss.
but your favorite part was when you’d press your hand firmly in the middle of his large back, catching him off guard and pressing all 280 pounds of muscle in top of you until you felt your chest constrict.
some might assume you’re a masochist, torturing yourself like this, feeling your body fight underneath your boyfriends as you chased your orgasm.
or maybe feeling the dark tingle in your lower abdomen as he nipped at your neck, eyes slightly wider than usual watching you heave below him but not wanting to stop.
and how hard it was you came when he finally accepted his fate and lessened the weight in his arms to lie fully on you, hearing the breathless gasp escape out your mouth while you scratch and cum helplessly under him.
but even regular life wasn’t much better.
sukuna could chalk it up to a kink, a sick desire you had or a underlying urge to be close to him.
but he couldn’t understand this.
on the train you’d always push to get on the crowded one, even with another a few minutes begin.
insisting that you stood at the door and he covered you, and every single time without fail he crushes you.
his hard body swinging from the influx of people or the harsh curve of the train, pressing you further and further to the door. and it’s not like you would move away, or that you could.
but he would observe your gleaming eyes, the tight hold you’d have on his dress shirt and the bite of your lips as you finally took a deep shaky breath when he would finally get to back an inch away.
though he was also concerned when it was time to sleep.
“c’monnnn kuna” you’d whine spread like a starfish out on your bed while he you watched your shirtless boyfriend at the end of the bed.
whose arms were folded, his eyebrows scrunched as he watched you almost scared.
“this is concerning even for you.”
“please baby, i’m always on top of you anyways.”
“no.”
“no?”
“no.”
yet and still he found himself, not even ten minutes later, laid out on top of you his heavy chest crushing yours again as you hummed underneath him pleased.
“there is no way you’re comfortable under there”, his muffled voice answered as you basically purred, rubbing his back.
“very.”
“and no way you can breathe.”
“gotten used to it.”
you’re unreal. but still he couldn’t be too bothered watching your light breathes when he turned with his bed head and see the small smile splayed out in your face.
and you?
this wouldn’t the last time you’d want sukuna’s full weight.