He met you in the forest after one of his usual massacres. Blood smeared across his hands, the gruesome mouth on his stomach and his face.
You stumbled through the trees and bumped into him, breathing heavily, your kimono hanging loose against your body.
You did the unthinkable. Your hands patted around his strong abdomen before desperately gripping his haori.
Sukuna was about to kill you. For daring to touch the likes of him. For even standing in his presence for this long.
But he stopped when you meekly sobbed: "Please help me."
How interesting. No one has ever asked for his help the way you just did. There was no reverence behind your tone like a mortal begging their god for divine intervention. Not even fear for him— which was strange considering his aura bleeds everywhere.
No, you asked him like a desperate woman who genuinely thought he could help you because he seemed safe to you.
Foolish.
But then you lifted your head. Your clouded, lifeless eyes fixated on his chest. Unable to find his gaze.
Blind.
He heard rustling. His gaze lazily landed on the two men who emerged through the trees. Their lips stretched into crooked grins. Sukuna didn't even bother acknowledging how their attires were half undone.
Instead, he smirked when their faces twisted into pure shock and fear. They stumbled back.
"T-The Disgraced One...!"
"You seem to be holding your heads far too high."
And with a simple slash their heads were cleanly off their shoulders.
The forest was quiet now.
"Get off me." He growled, pushing you off of him. You stumbled back and fell down with a pained gasped.
"You're lucky I'm in a good mood today. Consider yourself spared." He said and started walking away, only to stop when you meekly whispered.
"Thank you."
He frowned and turned to you. You were staring at nothingness but there was grateful smile on your face. "You saved me."
"Do you know who I am?" He had to ask.
"You are... Ryomen Sukuna, aren't you? The Disgraced One. As one of those men had said—"
"And yet you are not cowering in fear of me. Your blindness isn't an excuse. People can feel who I am."
You huffed softly, fixing your kimono until you looked presentable. You felt around until to realized you were next to a tree and used it to hoist yourself up to your feet. Your smile wasn't leaving your face for some reason.
"Why should I fear you when you didn't give me a reason to?"
That got him to laugh.
"You think I am some sort of a saint because I decided to entertain you, woman? Fine. Which limp would you like to lose first? Or shall I gauge out your eyes considering you don't need them already." He grinned, wide and feral.
You bowed your head apologetically. "Please, forgive me. I was simply stating my first impression of you."
He snorted. "Your first impression of me?"
"Yes... You... Truly did not give me any reason to be afraid." You said, honestly.
Sukuna took a moment to reflect on your answer. He remembered questioning Uraume about such a thing too, when he first met them.
"You came with me willingly. Why?"
Uraume blinked up at him from the fire they were using to prepare the meat skewers. "Um... Well... I had nowhere else to go and you were offering..."
"You know that's not what I meant, child. You have heard of me have you not?"
Uraume nodded, shifting on the dirt floor to find a comfortable position. "Yes, I have. I don't think anyone hasn't. But, my lord, you never gave me a reason to fear you."
The child sniffed, looking on at the fire shyly. "You simply seemed like a curious man passing by and nothing more."
Sukuna looked away from you. "You truly are a blind woman." He muttered and started walking away.
"Oh... Wait, please...!"
"What now?" He narrowed his eyes at you, considering to kill you again.
"Are you... heading towards the river north from here?"
He frowned, looking down at the blood on his body, in desperate need of a wash. "What if I am?"
"May I... accompany you? My home is right there and I lost my walking stick when I encountered those men—"
"—No."
You sighed. "You're welcome to stay in my home. You can spend the night—"
"—No."
"—And I shall make you dinner. I caught a lot of fish yesterday."
He snorted. "You? I highly doubt that."
But you smiled and your eyes glinted playfully. "It's true! I have a system. You learn a few tricks when you're a blind woman living in the forest." You giggled.
Sukuna blinked slowly at you with a neutral expression. Truth be told, he was curious to see how you were even managing to live. Humans are already utterly weak in his eyes and yet you, a fragile woman with lack of sight is somehow managing in this world.
Curse his thirst for knowledge because the next thing he knew he turned around and said, "If you get lost on the way, I will not bother to find you." Then he started walking.
You beamed at his direction and slowly started walking. "It's fine! I can tell where you're going from the sound of your footsteps. Don't worry, I can manage." But you sighed and tapped the ground in front of you with your foot before taking a step. "I think."
Sukuna didn't say anything, only glancing back at you once but continued walking.
Pairing: HockeyPlayer!Sukuna x Reader (female)
Genre: College AU, Hockey AU, fluff + smut
Playlist: I wanna be your Endgame
Word Count: 4.5k
Warnings: 18+, smut, cigarettes, alcohol, some rough locker room sex in this chapter ;), Kuna makes Reader squirt. Fuckbuddies to lovers. Reader is a creative writing student. Sukuna is an ice hockey player + history student. This story will have approximately 16 chapters. Minors don't interact. Header by me. Divider @/benkeibear
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You have been dating Sukuna for two months, and it shows in the clothes you have bought lately. Warm sweaters and thermo leggings, anything to keep you warm in the chilly hockey arena, where you seem to spend more and more time.
You're not just here for Sukuna's games. More often than not, you are also sitting in the stands after your classes, reading the books your literature professor assigned while stealing far too many glances at your man, who is practicing with his teammates, looking too sexy to keep your eyes off him for more than a few minutes at a time.
It was Sukuna who asked you to come to his hockey training more often. Or he didn't outright ask, but told you how much he likes it when you watch him during practice. He whispered it in your ear when he was on top of you in all his naked tattooed glory, pressing you down with his heavy body, spoiling you with strokes so deep and good that you thought you would lose your mind, and of course, it lead to you promising him that you would drop by more often to keep him company during hockey practice.
So basically, you are here because Sukuna and you are equally obsessed with each other. And that thought alone is enough to make you grin from ear to ear.
You are currently sitting on the stands on a Tuesday afternoon, huddled in Sukuna's warm Tigers hoodie and your new fleece leggings, telling yourself you are working on your assignment, but truth be told, you are too busy watching your boyfriend skate across the ice, looking like a full course meal in his black compression shirt.
And Sukuna keeps looking at you, too, grinning that boyish grin and winking at you, not giving a fuck about who can see him flirting with his girl.
He even skates over to you occasionally, putting his gloved hand against the plexiglass and banging on it to capture your attention (as if he didn't already have it),
"Hey, princess! Come here for a sec! I need my lucky charm real quick!"
He smirks at you and jerks his tattooed chin towards a gate a few meters away. You roll your eyes playfully but get up and walk toward Sukuna while teasing him,
"Aww, does the big bad guy have withdrawal symptoms?"
And Sukuna just grins even broader at you, raising an eyebrow,
"Maybe I need a kiss or two. Isn't that part of your job description as my personal lucky charm? I am adding it to the rules right now if it isn't included already."
He looks so charming standing there with that playful grin and the twinkle in his maroon eyes, and you laugh delightedly, opening the gate so you can deliver the motivational kisses Sukuna asked for.
Sukuna leans down to capture your lips with his, giving you a playful, slow kiss. The sexy combination of his cold lips and warm tongue makes your head spin, and you eagerly lick into his mouth before he pulls away again a few seconds later and winks at you.
"Yeah, I am already feeling more energetic. Thank you, princess."
He ruffles your hair, waiting for your squeal of complaint before he laughs and turns around, skating back to his teammates to continue his training while you smooth down your hair and lick your lips, still tasting Sukuna on your tongue.
But even though his girl is here and Sukuna steals all those little moments with you, his coach never complains too much. Because he knows what you know, too: Sukuna isn't slacking. He takes his training seriously.
It's one of the things you love about him. His dedication, his ambition. Sukuna always gives his all. He always wants to be the best. And yet, as important as hockey is to him, he made room for you in his life. He wants you here, wants you in the stands when he has practice, wants you close to him, even if it just means some shared grins across the rink or some stolen kisses in between training sessions.
It's just as Sukuna said to you the night he confessed his feelings to you. He loves to combine his two favorite things in the world: You and hockey.
"Ew, get your dirty sports things off my pretty couch!"
Nobara stands in your shared living area, arms crossed in front of her chest, glaring indignantly at Sukuna, who just dropped by after hockey training and put his sports bag on the couch.
You snicker softly, about to make a joking reply, but your boyfriend is faster. Sukuna laughs and flashes Nobara a big rude grin, almost as if he is enjoying this. Which he probably really is, when you think about it. His eyes glitter with dark enjoyment.
"Chill, Ginger. Your couch should be honored that it gets to touch my bag. Also, you can go through my stuff, you won't find anything dirty. I take very good care of what is mine."
Sukuna's gaze strays to you at those last few words, and he winks at you, making you chuckle. You hold Sukuna's gaze, smiling broadly at him, watching his rude grin soften to a smile. Nobara sighs dramatically, marches over to the couch, and lifts Sukuna's bag with an exaggeratedly disgusted expression on her face before she dumps it on the floor in front of Sukuna's feet,
"Take that thing away! And, God, would the two of you stop it with the eye-fucking!? It's disgusting!"
Which only makes Sukuna's lips lift in a devilish, lopsided grin as he keeps looking at you,
"You heard her, princess. She doesn't like us eye-fucking. Let's go into your room and fuck for real."
Both you and Nobara squeal loudly at his words. Nobara makes a gagging noise, hurrying to the door,
"I am leaving! And if I find your filthy used condom in the bathroom again, I will burn down the hockey arena!"
"Okay, if you don't want it in the bathroom, I'll make sure to put it in the trash can in your room then. Didn't know you are such a fangirl, geez!"
You smack Sukuna's shoulder playfully, and Nobara screams as she bangs the door shut behind her. You laugh, rolling your eyes at Sukuna,
"Maybe you should be a bit nicer to her, Kuna."
"Oh, I fear I can't do that. It's part of my charm. And you're the only one who gets to see my nice side anyway."
And then his lips silence any further complaints, kissing you deep and with all those sexy tongue flicks that make you melt against his tall body, and a few minutes later, you sigh contently as Sukuna's weight settles on top of you on your bed, your hands automatically slipping under his hoodie, caressing his buff muscles, your head tilting back to let Sukuna trail kisses over your neck.
The little dispute with Nobara is forgotten for the next two hours that you spend with Sukuna in your room, making out and fucking, and cuddling afterward. But then he grumbles something about being hungry, and you smile and press a kiss to his neck, murmuring,
"Then go look what we have in the fridge."
Sukuna turns his head to cup your cheek with his hand, pulling you into a sloppy kiss before he gets up from your bed, only putting on his boxer briefs before he goes to the kitchen to raid your and Nobara's fridge.
You smile to yourself, sitting up on the bed as you put on some clothes, too. You are just in the middle of putting on your t-shirt when you hear Sukuna's loud laugh, and he calls out to you,
"Princess! Come here, quick! You won't believe this!"
You raise an eyebrow curiously, hurrying to the kitchen and asking what happened. Then, stop in your tracks when you see Sukuna standing in front of the open fridge, holding up two milk cartons. One of them has a pink sticky note taped to it that says in Nobara's handwriting: For ugly hockey players. Enjoy your milk, Kirby.
For a moment, you blink at the milk carton, and then you burst out laughing while your boyfriend opens it to take a big gulp straight out of the carton.
Nobara returns home a few hours later when Sukuna has already left. You are in the kitchen doing the dishes, and before Nobara can disappear to her room, you quickly call out,
"Hey, why did you put milk for Sukuna in the fridge?"
Nobara makes a huffing sound and turns around to look at you, but one corner of her glossy lips lifts in a half-grin,
"Ah, so he found it."
"Of course, he found it. You know he always takes something from our fridge. But I thought you can't stand him?"
Nobara shrugs, averting her gaze to inspect her long nails,
"He's annoying as fuck. But you like him. So I thought I'd get some milk for your boy."
"Oh... that's really nice, actually. Thank you."
Nobara shrugs again, but you can see the proud glint in her eyes as she flips her hair back.
"Yeah, I am the nicest person ever, of course."
Acting all tough and unimpressed, but after a moment, she sighs and walks over to you and puts an arm around your shoulder, holding you loosely while she adds,
"You're my friend. And you have always been supportive of Maki and me. Now, I am supportive of you and your curse boy, no matter how annoying he is. And at least, when he has his own milk carton now, I can rest assured that his slimy lips don't touch my precious milk!"
Another Saturday, another afternoon in the hockey arena.
The thing about being Sukuna's girlfriend is that you get quite used to seeing your boyfriend winning. Most of the Tigers' games end in a victory, with the whole arena cheering for their star player and Sukuna grinning that big, proud grin.
But tonight is not one of those nights. It doesn't look good for the Tigers.
You can see the fury in Sukuna's eyes with each minute that passes. He gives his all, throws himself brutally into his opponents, fights his ass off to get the puck, doesn't even let himself get stopped by getting slammed into the boards countless times. But still, it's not enough.
The Tigers lose.
You can see the anger sizzling through Sukuna's veins when he leaves the ice. His tattooed jaw is clenched, his posture tense, and the fiery glint in his eyes is downright dangerous. You hope he won't run into any rival player and get provoked because you know it will get him into all kinds of trouble.
Your steps are faster than usual as you make your way toward the locker room, trying to be there for Sukuna before he gets himself into a fistfight, which he will surely regret tomorrow because it will get him suspended from the next game.
When you reach the door of the locker room, the majority of the players already march out. They all look clearly upset, with slumped shoulders and sour expressions on their faces, and you have a feeling they all got changed as fast as possible to get away from a very pissed-off Sukuna.
You catch the door before it can fall shut and tentatively look inside. Yuuji is the first one you see, and he nods at you in greeting, but his face lacks the usual enthusiasm. Even the sunshine boy isn't able to muster up a smile today. You nod back at him, a question in your eyes, and Yuuji jerks his chin toward the other Tigers still in the room,
"Yo, hurry up, guys! Let's grab some drinks to forget about this shitshow!"
Yuuji pulls his hoodie over his head and then ushers his teammates out of the locker room, making sure his brother can have his alone time with you.
You step to the side and wait until the rest of the players have left and then bite your lip, step into the changing room, and let the heavy door fall shut behind you. The typical post-hockey game smell fills your nostrils, a mix of sweat, shower gel, and lingering adrenaline.
Your gaze finds Sukuna. He is still sitting on the bench, his armor off, shirtless, only in his boxer briefs, his abs and chest firm and dripping with sweat. His large hands grip the bench tightly, a furious glint in his eyes as his gaze catches you in the doorway.
It's clear to see that the King is pissed off.
Every fiber of his body screams anger at you, and it makes your breath catch in your throat, and something deep inside you throb excitedly. Because you know what a loss leads to. You know that Sukuna needs you extra badly tonight. You know that he will fuck you hard today, take you mercilessly, fuck all his frustration into you.
And it's exactly what you are here for. To offer your comfort in every way your man needs. And the thing is, you will enjoy every second of it.
"Baby, are you okay?"
You say it in a husky tone, eyes meeting Sukuna's burning-hot gaze across the locker room. Sukuna sends you a sneer, brushing his sweaty pink hair out of his eyes as he looks at you with an intensity that makes you wet instantly.
"I fucking hate this game."
You chuckle softly,
"You played so well. It's not your fault at all."
Sukuna huffs, laughing an unhumorous laugh.
"The whole team fucked up, including me."
You shake your head as you make your way over to your boyfriend. Sukuna never takes his eyes off as you walk towards him while already taking off your sweater and letting it drop carelessly to the floor of the changing room, followed by your leggings, only leaving you in the red lacey bra and panties set you wore specifically for this game.
You thought you would wear it for a victory fuck, but it's also going to serve its purpose for a make-things-okay-again-after-a-loss-fuck.
You can see the rage in Sukuna's tense posture. His broad, naked chest is sweaty, heaving heavily. The veins on his buff, tattooed arms stand out. All his muscles are taut, his jaw clenched. But at the same time, there's a feral hunger in his eyes as he lets his gaze travel slowly over your figure.
The moment you stop in front of him, Sukuna grabs you immediately and pulls you onto his lap. You straddle his thick, tattooed thighs and press yourself against Sukuna's strong, sweaty body, humping against the huge, hot bulge in his boxer briefs.
You know exactly what Sukuna needs tonight.
You lean forward, pressing your tits against Sukuna's chest as you capture his lips in a sweet kiss, even more tender than usual, more loving, despite how pissed off your boyfriend looks right now. It means you only will treat him even more lovingly. Be his sweet girl who comforts him and who he can fuck his angry cock deep into and find sweet relief by taking it all out on your tight wet pussy.
Sukuna rewards you instantly with a low, needy growl, and his large hands tighten roughly around your waist as he pushes his tongue between your lips. There is nothing gentle about the way he kisses you. It's rough and savage, almost brutal. He's fucking your mouth with his tongue, deep and savagely, making a needy mewl fall from your lips as you wrap your arms around Sukuna's thick neck.
You kiss him back eagerly, with tender licks and soft moans, keeping it sweet despite his rough attitude. Your lips trail from Sukuna's lips over his angular jaw to his neck. Kissing and licking before you gently nibble his earlobe and whisper in his ear,
"I'm here for you, baby. Do whatever you want with me. Take it all out on me. Fuck it all into me, Kuna."
Sukuna answers you with a low growl, and his large calloused hands grab your ass and squeeze it hard as he pushes you down on his lap, grinding his hard bulge against you, hot and heavy rubbing against your swollen wet clit, making you soak your panties and his boxers with your sweet arousal.
You moan softly, letting yourself sink heavily onto Sukuna's lap, meeting his movements. Grinding against his hard cock, massaging it with your clothed pussy, feeling him growing even harder against you. You watch Sukuna closely, basking in the way he lets his head fall back against the locker and moan loudly.
His gaze meets yours, and it makes a needy moan fall from your lips, too. Both of you wear the same horny and passionate expression, both knowing exactly what will happen.
You rub yourself slowly against Sukuna, spoiling his cock some more, watching as Sukuna lets you see all the passion on his tattooed face, mouth hanging open, low moans and harsh breaths falling from his lips as he watches you with that feral glint in his maroon eyes.
Sukuna's gaze never leaves yours as he slips the straps of your bra down and then yanks the whole thing down, making your tits spill out of the lacey red cups. The next second, his lips close around one nipple, sucking roughly on it, tongue lapping hungrily at it, making you twitch in his lap and letting out a shaky moan. Sukuna's teeth close around your tit, biting gently, leaving his teeth marks on you, making you gasp his name and tug on his pink hair even as you arch your back against him.
A low growl falls from Sukuna's lips. His tongue is still lapping teasingly at your erect nipple as his fiery gaze burns into yours. His voice is a low, velvety drawl,
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard. Gonna wreck you, princess."
Sukuna's maroon eyes look almost black from how dilated his pupils are, and you bite your lip before caressing his hair and whispering to him,
"Do it, baby. Fuck me as hard as you need. I can take it."
Sukuna lets out a breathless low groan which makes your pussy clench around nothing. One of his hands leaves your ass to grab your chin and caress your jaw firmly, his eyes dark and full of a mix of love and rage and so much passion and need, a lopsided smirk lifting one corner of his lips,
"Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart."
But you just let his thumb slip between your lips and suck it into your warm, wet mouth, looking deeply into Sukuna's eyes as you suckle devotedly on his finger showing him how serious you are about this. How much you are willing to give yourself fully to him and let him do anything he wants with you. Anything he needs tonight.
And Sukuna wouldn't be Sukuna if he didn't take you up on that offer. He smirks at you with a devilish glint in his eyes, and then Sukuna grabs you tightly and gets up with you in his arms, lifting you up as if you weigh nothing, holding you securely in his strong arms.
He slams you against his locker, making you gasp breathlessly as your back hits the cold surface while the rest of your body is covered with Sukuna's buff and overly hot body.
Sukuna's lips claim yours in a hot kiss, tongue so deep in your throat that it sends the craziest butterflies flying in your stomach.
He pushes down his boxer briefs impatiently, freeing his hard cock. It's pulsing with need, the tip swollen with an angry dark pink color, drooling pre-cum all over himself.
He doesn't bother taking off your panties but just yanks them to the side, letting his hot cockhead caress your throbbing clit sending shivers down your spine for a few seconds before Sukuna pulls back.
And then he claims you fully without any prior warning.
You gasp loudly, digging your nails into Sukuna's muscular back, feeling so full when Sukuna's hard cock rams into you deeply, claiming his girl with a hard brutal thrust.
Pleasure explodes behind your closed eyelids, making you feel dizzy from the assault of hard, unrelenting pleasure. You instantly wrap your legs tightly around Sukuna's hips, stuttering his name breathlessly as he fucks you hard and rough against his locker.
Sukuna's skin is hot and sweaty against you, his muscles taut, his low groans in your ear so fucking sexy and feral. He is so loud tonight. Growling and moaning loudly in your ear. Unrestrained, sexy noises full of lust and need and anger while Sukuna snaps his hips furiously against you.
It's a hard fuck. Primal. Like a big predator driven out of his mind by the need to mount his mate. Hard, angry thrusts. So deep and rough that you know you will feel him for days.
But you would lie if you said this isn't exactly what you want. You love to feel Sukuna like this. Love to let him use you like this. Love to feel his fat angry cock push into you and hear Sukuna's desperate, feral grunts. You love knowing that you are the only one who can comfort Sukuna after a loss. By letting him fuck you like this, rough and needy, against his locker, finding relief in your tight wet cunt.
You urge him on with breathless moans whispered in his ear and your legs wrapping tightly around his taut ass and fingernails digging into his buff muscles, needy just like him, clinging to him, your wet pussy clenching around him greedily.
Sukuna's mouth captures yours in another savage kiss, and you moan into it, licking against his tongue tenderly, eyes closed while you cling to him and take his thick angry cock all too happily.
The two of you are in a frenzy. Nothing but the two of you exists. Only Sukuna and you. Only his lips on yours and his cock deep inside you. You doubt the two of you would be able to stop even if someone walked in on you right now.
Sukuna's lips wander to your neck, kissing, sucking, his teeth grazing over your sensitive skin before he bites you lightly. His low voice is husky, filled with a sexy mix of arousal and anger when he grounds out,
"I. Fucking. Hate. Losing."
Every word gets accentuated by a rough thrust directly onto your sweet spot.
You mewl loudly, legs shaking as you feel tears stream down your cheeks from how good it feels to get fucked like this, Sukuna's name falling from your lips like a prayer.
Your fingers dig into Sukuna's broad back, your voice hoarse when you moan in his ear, urging him on,
"Yes! Fuck me, baby! Fuck it all into me. Take it all out on me, Kuna!"
He fucks the first orgasm out of you right then and there. It crashes over you unexpectedly, hot and wild, making you squeal his name as your pussy clenches wildly around Sukuna's cock, your legs shaking as you cum hard on his fat cock.
Sukuna groans, but he isn't finished with you. He slams you even harder against the locker with deep, brutal thrusts that make you squeal and sob, already feeling another orgasm building deep inside you.
It feels like it's too much. Like you will melt away if Sukuna keeps going and makes you cum one more time like this. But it feels so damn good, and you sob loudly, clinging desperately to Sukuna, your legs wrapped tightly around his muscular ass, your nails leaving scratches on his back.
Sukuna's voice is so sexy, low, husky, and laced with those feral grunts and deep moans, giving in to his most primal urges as he ruts into you,
"Don't hold back! Give me another! Fucking squirt on my cock!"
His hand forces itself between your bodies, thick calloused thumb rubbing furiously at your stiff clit, so fast and intense that you cry out, feeling your body lose control, panicking for a second, but Sukuna groans in your ear,
"Yeah, just like that, make a big fucking mess all over me!"
It's not a suggestion but a command, and it drives you insane, that natural dominance, that sexy control Sukuna emits. You clench around Sukuna's cock again, eyes closed, mouth opening in a wild cry as you feel yourself tumble over the edge again, his nasty words making you lose all control.
The waves of your orgasm crash over you unrelentingly, so hard it makes you see black for a moment as you scream and your pussy spasms around Sukuna's huge cock, milking him wildly as your juices spray out of you uncontrollably, squirting all over his cock and his heavy balls, wet, hot and messy, just like he told you to.
Sukuna growls but doesn't stop drilling his cock into you, fucking you roughly, smacking your pussy with his taut heavy balls anytime he pushes into you. Fucking you through your orgasm, with the nastiest wet sounds, as he fucks your creamy wetness back into you, while grunting loudly in your ear, low sexy noises, harsh breaths, as Sukuna chases his own orgasm now.
Sukuna cums with an unrestrained loud groan. His hips stutter against yours, and he presses you against the locker, ramming his twitching cock impossibly deep into you for his orgasm. His strong body is so close to you, hot and sweaty and brimming with passion.
You mewl his name, not able to stop yourself from clenching around him as he shoots his hot ropes of cum deep into you. Sukuna is so sexy like this when he loses control and lets himself get overtaken by his most primal needs. Loud groans fall from his lips, his whole muscular body is taut, his heart racing wildly against your breasts as he empties his balls and all his anger into you.
Gradually, Sukuna's loud groans turn into low sighs and labored breathing. He pulls away only enough so he can grab your chin with one of his large hands and tilt your head back, making you look up into his maroon eyes, which are heavy-lidded with lust and satisfaction.
The eye contact is so intense, so intimate with the way Sukuna's cock is still buried to the hilt inside you after he came in you, his hot seed deep inside you, your wetness clinging to his cock, your bodies touching everywhere, your breaths mingling, both of you still high from your orgasms.
Sukuna flashes you one of his lazy, sexy smirks,
"You're such a fucking good girl for me."
His lips claim yours in another rough kiss that makes you moan softly.
Sukuna kisses you deep and hard, his cock still buried balls deep in you, while Sukuna is still rocking against you slowly, still fucking you with his spent cock, overstimulating himself because he can't pull out yet, needing you too much. It makes you whine into the kiss and caress the taut muscles on Sukuna's broad back and buck your hips against him getting every last drop of his seed, every last caress his half-hard cock can give you.
The kiss becomes slower, lazier, sloppy, and, oh, so tender. And Sukuna's cock finally slips out of you, half-hard, gradually softening now, resting heavy and hot against your skin, slick from his cum and your juices, pulsing hotly against you, and you moan his name, just when Sukuna murmurs, "I love you." against your kiss-swollen lips.
You smile softly at Sukuna, cupping his tattooed cheek and caressing it gently.
"I love you, too, baby. Are you feeling better now?"
Sukuna laughs softly and carefully lowers you back down until your feet touch the ground. His muscular arms stay wrapped around you, though, not letting you go away just yet. A playful grin lifts his lips.
"Yeah, you always know what I need, princess. Thank you. But I promise that next time, we'll have a victory fuck again. I am not going to fucking lose twice in a row!"
You laugh, patting Sukuna's cheek playfully, and shake your head theatrically,
"Of course you won't, baby."
AAAHHH angry Kuna does something to me 😵😵
I am so glad I finally managed to post this new chapter! I hope that some of you are still interested in this story and that you enjoyed the update! Thank you so much to everyone who left encouraging messages in the last few weeks! I am kissing youuuu 😘💗
He was so cool and spoke in sukunas voice "I like your name it has demon in it" with also writing the quote know your place. He also noticed my sukuna bag but I was dressed like Buddha from records of ragnarok, and he questioned who I was dressed like and said i should have came as both. then I went to see him the second time and he was like oh you are back with a pop. Then in sukunas voice "to raven from your sukuna."
Ahhhh!
I had to get the print of him on his throne. I didn't get a picture becuase I was almost broke. I spent like 700 dollars that day but it was worth it!
