!FRATKUNA - you get me closer to god.
Summary: A man, not a god—however, Ryomen Sukuna has an ego that loves to roleplay. He loves to be worshipped, revered, bowed to. He has a temper that rivals zeus, fists that put the god of war to shame, a mouth so godly mean, it makes your middle school bullies look like nothing short of saints. After ending last college semester with a bang—a new one starts, and with a new semester, comes new women. What will Sukuna think when he finds out his latest fascination is unreachable?
Warnings: Angst/comfort (hardly), smut with a HUGE plot, fratkuna x nerd!fem!reader, mentions of plug!choso, violence (sukuna can’t control his hands, okay?), sukuna is lowkey a yearner, degradation, praise, oral sex, gagging, slight face slapping, penetration, dry humping, naaaastyyy dirty talk, drug use, alcohol consumption, sukuna is mean sometimes, mating press, choking, VERRRRYYY BRIEF toji x reader & suguru x reader.
w.c: i don’t even know? i hope there’s very minimal mistakes, semi-proofread
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Sukuna was a god at this school—you didn’t know what you were expecting, but telling your friends that you were transferring, came warnings.
“Do not fuck Sukuna Ryomen.”
“Run as far as you can if he looks at you.”
You assumed they were just being dramatic, one man couldn’t have been that important. How terribly wrong you were—aside from importance, he was an insistent bug, picking you as his target. What for? Beyond you—you minded your own business and stayed light years away from the fraternity circle, choosing studies over college fame.
Upon looking at Sukuna Ryomen—further analyzing him—you had ultimately decided he absolutely was going to be homeless after college. His degree would be utterly useless if he kept choosing temporary fame over his actual school work. It was almost pathetic, really. Being that dissatisfied with yourself to the extent at which you require praise from over a thousand people.
Those were the type of people you despised, naturally, of course. But the inevitable came, and you had nearly every class with him. A funny trick by fate itself, though you could be content with admitting he wasn’t totally stupid. He had a brain despite what seemed like his lack of in his cruel words and actions—or the insults that made zero sense.
A small greeting turned into daily rituals, he’d stare at you all class and never talk to you. Tell his friends you were a nerd, and then come back the next day just to ask you for a pencil. It was foolish, his ability to be two-faced. Or his ability to simply not care.
Despite his presence becoming a nuisance to your regular routine, you did make a few friends. It was totally by accident, but you seemed to befriend the campus drug dealer. You should’ve told on him, but you held back because he was a kind man. In this economy, you’d sell your feet for money.
At the end of the day, you knew that you were stuck in a cycle you didn’t read up on—and it was only a matter of time before you started drowning in the endless waves of something that you couldn’t name.
“Needa pencil, nerd girl,” Sukuna leaned down, a chair behind you, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. He tapped his rough finger on your shoulder when you didn’t answer the first time, not all that mindful of how roughly he was tapping you.
“You should come to class prepared,” You sighed, grabbing the pencil from your desk and holding it over your shoulder for him. He snatched it from your hand, tapping the eraser to the crown of your head.
All he managed within the first second of your comment was a huff of something—laughter, irritation, you didn’t know, nor did you care.
“I come to class prepared enough,” He hummed, the sound of his body scooting off of his chair louder than it should’ve been. “Jus’ glad to take your stuff.”
You turned your head, only for his nose to brush yours. His lips parted and then he smiled—on the other hand, you jolted back, grimacing at him for the lack of personal space.
“Can you back up? My personal space is very valuable.” It was quieter, careful to not yell directly into his face, but you were contemplating your choice when he didn’t move.
“Mm, yeah? It’s valuable?” He snorted, flicking your chin with his index finger. “I want to find out just how valuable it is—“
He was cut off by the screeching of a chair, Shoko plopping next to you. “Leave her alone, Sukuna. She doesn’t want your dick.”
Sukuna took mild offense to that, scoffing with muttered insults left in the air behind yours and Shoko’s newfound conversation.
Shoko was one of your best friends, you had gotten closer due to the seating arrangements in this class—she tried to be your saving grace sometimes, but more often than not, she added fuel to the fire. Meaning, she fueled Sukuna on sometimes, you couldn’t be sure why, but you trusted her enough to know it wasn’t for any ill reason.
“Good morning, Shoko.” You nodded at her, offering a small wave and slight smile. She reciprocated, her eyes droopy and exhausted. Her fingers were quick to scroll through her phone mindlessly while the lecture went on and on, the professor talking at what seemed to be 120 MPH. Hence why this was your least favorite class, it was hard to keep up.
Only until the declaration of projects was introduced to the class, you weren’t paying the attention that was due. Your eyes lifted up to the board, which illuminated brightly across the room upon being turned on. Your eyes roved over the contents, only to find different names and pairs.
He was choosing your partner, how disappointing.
Satoru and Shoko got paired together, you almost felt sorry for your friend if not for her long-lasting friendship with the guy. You knew a thing or two about Satoru, mainly Sukuna’s subtle complaints about him, but he was also a womanizer, just slightly more respectful.
The dread settled in when Sukuna exhaled behind you, resting his foot on your armrest.
“So, partner,” He started with that cocky tone, “should we talk more about this at my place?”
Your eyes were trained on the two names on the board.
You glanced down at your computer, opening it slowly and further opening google.
‘What is the most efficient way to kill yourself?’
You looked at the results as if you were seriously considering it—in which, you honestly were. This was the worst fate you could face. Not a failing grade, not getting fired, no, Sukuna was the worst fate of all.
He chuckled, as if you were joking, using the heel of his boot to close your computer.
“You’re a funny girl, I like that,”
“We can work at the library. There is no reason to work in anyone’s personal space, and it is simply not efficient.” You muttered, sliding your laptop away from him. Once it was far enough away, you glanced at him over your shoulder.
“And I won’t be having sex with you, Sukuna.”
“We’ll see about that,” Is all he said before sliding you a paper with digits. His number.
You didn’t watch his back as he left, but you blinked at the whiff of what smelled like dust and jasmine. What a peculiar combination, you thought.
As soon as you got back to your apartment, you found Choso sprawled out on your couch, a habit he took on early in the friendship. He was still in a dorm—whereas you were able to ditch out of a mandatory one considering you already did your mandatory dorm at your other university. Your eyebrow quirked up at the man, his eyes peeking over his phone.
“Hey,” He mumbled lazily, one of his legs hanging from the cushions. All you could do was sigh at his intrusion. He definitely made himself at home.
“Hello, Choso.” You murmured, sliding your shoes off. You organized them neatly with all the others that weren’t so different from each other.
You learned to never ask him why he was here, and instead accept the inevitable fact that he is.
Your backpack was set by the door after you had taken your laptop out, picking up Choso’s legs and shimmying in whatever available space was next to him.
“I am partners with Sukuna, what are your opinions on that?” Choso’s eyes found yours when the words finally settled in the silence, his eyebrows quirked up.
“I’d kill myself, but that’s just me—I’m sure you can handle it.”
“He wants to have sex with me.”
You nodded at his words with a soft chuckle, your phone buzzing just as insistently as Sukuna buzzed around you—like a fly, except you’re sure he’d survive a nuclear bomb if it meant bothering you.
Sukuna: “Fill me in on the project.”
Well, he’s very demanding, isn’t he?
You sighed softly, opening your computer to take pictures of whatever notes you may have taken throughout the day. The project was about Quantum Entanglement, quite philosophical, but also a tricky part to grasp onto.
Sukuna stayed in the chat, you could nearly hear the impatient taps of his foot the longer you took.
As soon as you sent the pictures to him, you closed out of the chat—ignoring the constant buzzing. Choso glanced over, then down to your phone.
“He has no chill, does he?” He murmured, sitting up straight to read the texts for himself. When he did, he snorted a little, tossing the device onto the coffee table.
“Y’know, I think it’s funny,” He started, nudging your shoulder. “You have him wrapped around your finger, but you don’t realize how fuckin’ crazy that is.”
You finally spared Choso a glance, furrowing your eyebrows.
“He’s a man, not a god.” It was but a small breath of words, yet it held significance if anyone truly saw Sukuna. He liked to pretend he was superior, like he was this god of gods, king to all. But he simply just wasn’t. He was a man, he was a baby once—born of two people who were in love.
He was never an exception, it was just the false labeling and the ego that made Sukuna live under false pretenses. You thought that maybe, just maybe it was a deceptive sheet to conceal him from the world. To keep his feelings buried deep because somehow he was above the normal.
You knew that one day, Sukuna would fly too close to the sun, and it would kill him. In all honesty, it’d surely be his fault—You’d assume he’d ignore the warning signs even if it was a warning from a god. That’s just how far Sukuna went. He had no respect for himself nor other people.
“He is just as normal as you and me, Choso. He’s not some king, nor some god—he shares flesh and blood with everyone else on Earth.” Frustration laced itself in your tone, waltzing through the crowd of emotions to something stronger. You couldn’t name it, but when people treated Sukuna like a god, it irritated you.
He hides under false pretenses and everyone falls for it because he promises greatness when there is no greatness to be found in his domain.
“So stop acting like he’s something great,” You grumbled, your lead snapping as you wrote—you hadn’t realized how tightly you were gripping your pencil. “He’s not.”
Choso just stared, blinking a few times before a large exhale made its way out of his nose.
You grumbled at his words, grabbing a new pencil from the far corner of the coffee table.
It took days of Sukuna and you texting to finally get just a little used to him. He wasn’t all that bad when he wasn’t being an ass—which meant he was bad 98% of the time.
“I told you a million times, that’s not my name.” You muttered, glued to the text book splayed on the library table, flipping the pages every other minute.
“Yeah, yeah—Don’t care, actually. Come to my party.” Sukuna grinned down at you, leaning his hip against the table with his arms crossed. He looked a little like a school teacher like that.
“You’ve never even been to one, girl. You’re all virgin mystery and studying til’ your brain goes dumb.” He tilted his head as if he already won, but he didn’t.
“I’m not a virgin.” Is all you had to say, dismissing him when you returned your focus to the beautiful, godsend of a textbook in front of you. It was all about philosophy and physics.
He blanked out for a moment, trying to process if he really heard that right.
“Wow, someone actually fucked you?”
That was so fucking rude you wanted to snap his legs off, but no matter—
You finally glanced up at him with a sigh—but he really did look curious.
“My personal affairs are not your business, Sukuna. Who I have sex with doesn’t interfere with your personal life—“
“It does.” Sukuna murmured slyly, his fingers reaching to tilt your chin up. Unless you suddenly had a fever, his touch made your blood run cold and hot at the same time. He was warm, yet all the more rough. You didn’t like it—but were you living under false pretenses too?
No. You were honest with people, and more so yourself.
“It does not. It wouldn’t make sense if it did, idiot.” You furrowed your eyebrows, the curve of your eyes crinkling slightly in a hardened gaze.
“Makes perfect sense, baby. I wanna know who you’ve fucked.”
His language was starting to make you feel warm disgust you. Must he be so blunt? What about shame? Oh the horror of Sukuna Ryomen having shame for the first time in his life.
That’d be the equivalent to fucking an alien. You couldn’t exactly do that because it was fucking impossible.
“Why?” The question slipped out before you had time to rein it in, of course, naturally you were curious as to why he was curious about your sex life. It made no sense, and quite honestly, he had no gain to claim from your answer or lack of.
He pretended to think for a moment, your hand only swatting his away when his thumb dared to venture onto your lips, tugging the bottom one with a smile. He really didn’t understand the concept of boundaries.
“A man should know who his competitors are, yeah?”
“You are disgusting, good bye.” You sighed, slamming the textbook closed with excessive force. Before you could leave, he grabbed your wrist.
“Come to the party, just try it. Might like it—might end up in my bed?”
You scoffed, giving him a once over before shaking your head. That did some damage to his ego—enough damage that you might be fulfilled for a month.
“I won’t end up in your bed, I’ll end up in mine.” You mumbled, glaring up at him before yanking your wrist away. The touch of a thousand fires lingered around your flesh, dancing up until it touched every ignition point in your body.
“There are just some things you will not achieve in life, Sukuna. It’s childish to think you can get whatever you want. Please grow up.” With your words lingering in the air, you walked out before Sukuna decided to blow the entire place up with everyone in it. You felt guilty for an unknown reason.
You could hear a faint laugh—but it mattered not when the doors shut behind you, leaving nothing but genuine advice taken as an insult.
What the hell ever, you’re under and that’s all that matters in this moment.
“Shoko—No, I am not going.” You whined slightly, but she didn’t care when she nearly tied you to the chair to smear lipstick on your lips. This was utterly ridiculous.
“You are. You need to live life a little more than you do now, love. It’s almost embarrassing.” She muttered, staring at the lipstick with a scrutinizing gaze. Before she nodded, she snapped a picture.
There was hardly a point in arguing with her—you didn’t want to go to the party, but there were two people basically forcing you to anyways. Can’t you sue for this?
Emotional damage, ah yes—the art.
You squirmed around in the chair, the dress Shoko chose for you were slightly itchy, unless you weren’t used to this type of fabric. Which would be correct—according to your friends, you wore “nerd clothes.”
Essentially, you chose not to have shorts half way up your ass crack, nor your nipples out to the world.
Which is probably why you were so uncomfortable in the dress Shoko tugged you in. It wasn’t ugly, no—quite the opposite. It was gorgeous, that was the problem.
It was a deep red—it reminded you of Sukuna’s eyes wine, you gave Shoko credit for not forcing you into something that showed too much skin, but she said this was as covered as it was going to get tonight.
You observed yourself in the mirror, turning around over and over again to make sure no unnecessary skin was showing. This wasn’t half bad. Yeah—this shouldn’t be too bad.
You doubted it, but the possibility was floating in the air like a small balloon.
As soon as you got to the party, a few people did double takes. Not because you were some gorgeous thing, but because it was basically impossible to see you here. You clung to Shoko’s arm, pushing past drunk people with her help.
Then came Utahime—another one of your saviors. A relieved sigh left you when she beckoned the both of you over to the bar, handing you a shot, then two.
“One more for your 3rd cousin! Come on, show that cousin your respect!”
You deadpanned. Is she serious?
You did it despite yourself—this felt a lot like peer pressure, but you wouldn’t deny that it felt good to have so many weights lifted from your shoulders.
Until they were slammed back on.
“My beautiful, gorgeous, queen, baby, darling, sweetheartangellovecupcakeicecreamsugar—“
“Please stop, Miwa.” Utahime mumbled.
You glanced over your shoulder, offering Miwa a slight smile. She was a sweetheart, you loved being around her because of her energy. She made everything look so effortless, too.
She looked like she was going to cry, pulling you into a tight hug. “I didn’t expect to see you here,”
“By the grace of Shoko, thank her.” You muttered nervously, tapping your thumbs together as you looked over the crowd of people.
The alcohol started to kick in sooner than you thought, your eyes blinking slowly. The music was louder—the smell of weed was consuming.
You swear you could hear people snorting coke in the next room. This is just vile, honestly.
But Shoko was your way home, so leaving was impossible unless you managed to convince her.
So in all reality, you were stuck here.
Your palm pressed against the cold marble counter, you stayed as still as possible until that all too haunting heat formed a tight coil in your stomach.
You should’ve told them this was your first time drinking.
“Excuse me,” You coughed, speed walking away from them. It took five minutes to find a bathroom, in the process, you nearly threw up on someone, their shoulder bumping harshly into yours. You didn’t apologize, you just rushed straight into what you assumed was a bathroom.
As soon as you saw the toilet, you dropped to your knees, the door wide open—someone knocked out in the bathtub. You only noticed because their leg was hanging over the thick porcelain.
The coil in your stomach snapped—as if on cue to your violent chokes, someone laughed beside you, cursed by someone else who at least had the decency to comfort you through the process.
“First drink? Should’ve thought so.”
Tears pricked in the corner of your eyes, spilling down your cheeks at the lack of oxygen offering itself to you.
“Hey, hey it’s okay.” The woman mumbled, patting your back slowly. “First drinks are always rough, but it gets better later on.”
You wanted to know who this woman was so you could start believing in angels—on the other hand, you knew who the man was, because you wished he would shut up.
As soon as you were done throwing up, a cold cloth was pressed to your mouth, wiping the saliva away slowly. Your fingers came to wipe your tears, slightly smudging the mascara.
Extremely so, when Sukuna snapped a picture of you.
You and the woman glared at him. She was more firm with it, motherly—almost.
“What? It’s fuckin’ funny.” He snorted, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. “Didn’t expect you to actually come, I was partially jokin’, baby.”
You grimaced. “Please be quiet, you are giving me a headache, Sukuna.”
You wanted to bristle at the pet name, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t explain why it made you hesitate.
The woman rose to her feat, her blonde hair drifting prettily over her shoulders. God, she was so beautiful. Why didn’t Sukuna bother her? You totally would.
You stood to wobbly feet, the colors burning brighter than they do when you’re sober. You couldn’t begin to understand how this was enjoyable.
“I’m okay.” You hummed, tugging your dress down when you caught Sukuna staring like a feral animal. The hell was his problem?
You pushed past Sukuna, only desperate to get away from him before he had another picture to threaten you with. That was his thing.
After a bottle of water or two, you were on a fucking roll. Somehow you ended up making a new friend—the friend in question being Suguru Geto, one of Sukuna’s friends. He was kind, too kind. He prompted you to talk about your interests despite them being boring in this kind of setting—which was unusual, but in a drunken state, you drowned in the attention.
“You’re one of the—hic—only kind people here, Suguru.” You slurred slightly, staring down at your feet—or more so, your toes in the heels Shoko forced on you.
You hated having your feet out for everyone to see. For free? You could be charging people to see them, yet they were out for free.
“Am I? There’s a lot of nice people here, sweetheart. Satoru is kind, but he might flirt with you—so I understand.” He chuckled mindlessly, snaking his hand around your lower back when you wobbled.
He smiled down at you, and you made a feeble attempt to reciprocate.
“You have pretty teeth, has anyone ever told you that?”
No, and I pray I never hear that shit again. Is what you wanted to say, but you couldn’t bring those words out, he was too kind.
Smelled so good. Like dust and jasmine vanilla.
You didn’t realize you said that last part out loud, not until his hand was cradling your jaw so sweetly.
Not when he licked his lips with the faintest smile—oh, fuck.
You realized when his lips were a hairs width away from yours. For a split second, your body heated up when Suguru’s red eyes gazed down into yours.
“If you care to find out?” He whispered with a chuckle.
Jesus, you were about to until—
“The fuck are you doing, bro?” Sukuna yanked Suguru up by the collar, pushing your body back in the process, your water had spilled all over you, and the only thing you could do was try to process this scene.
They bickered for a bit, Suguru was the only one trying to reason with Sukuna’s anger. To no avail, though.
“She’s fuckin’ drunk,” Sukuna hissed, his jaw clenching when he looked down at you, hardly able to stand up without the nearest wall. His gaze wasn’t kind, you couldn’t help but assume he was angry at you, for some moronic reason.
“Watch who the fuck you put your lips on, Suguru.” Sukuna let him go with one last glare, he didn’t spare you one before Choso came walking over with a blunt between his lips.
“Yeah, you’re done, girl.” He huffed, slinging his arm over you. He guided you straight to the couch—no one bothering to hand you a rag or anything for the water dripping from your face. Not until Choso handed you a paper towel.
“Don’t wanna get the couch all wet.”
You wiped your face slowly, staying as quiet as could be. Your eyes trained themselves on the ground, trying to process the mirage of colors and noises. You felt as if they depicted intoxication well in the movies—the world really did blur around you. Yet, nothing was funnier, nothing was fun.
It was kind of scary, what if you died from alcohol poisoning or something? That’d be tragic.
Nothing shook you out of your daze until someone took up half of the fucking couch, which left you with no choice but to be squished awkwardly into Choso.
“Can you close your—hic—legs?” You glanced at the perpetrators knees, trying to nudge them with your own, but your state weakened you significantly. God, this was horrific.
“My couch, my rules. Stop bitching,” The man mumbled, lighting up something thick between his lips, you couldn’t tell who it was, the smoke leaving from his mouth making your vision blur. It stunk really bad, but you couldn’t move much.
When you tried to—Choso was quick to move.
“No. You’re wasted, gonna stay right here ‘til Shoko comes to get ya’. Don’t need you messin’ with anything.”
You glared at him, but it didn’t faze him. Then a drunken idea dawned on you.
“Go get me water, Cho’.” You grumbled, and when he got up? Ah, you might’ve saw heaven.
You tried to shimmy away, huffing victoriously to yourself. You were positive the other man next to you wouldn’t snitch.
When you finally got up—Choso spotted you with an exasperated sigh, ready to run after you.
You took your heels off as fast as you could, pushing through the crowd of people with hurried steps. You’d need to scrub your feet after stepping on the floor, but getting out of here was more important. You were positive you’d be able to find your way home alone.
Choso ran after you through the crowd, but it was no use—you had slipped twenty dollars to someone if they held Choso off for a bit.
Before you made it out of the door, someone dragged you into a hallway. You squealed, under the assumption you were getting kidnapped before they huffed out a laugh.
“Let me go—Shokooo, help me…” You weakly whined, trying to pry their hands off your waist. When they finally let go, you toppled to the floor.
Your gaze lifted up, only hardening when you saw Sukuna. Yet, your eyes weren’t as biting as you wanted them to be.
Again. For the third time. Was he following you around?
“Leave me alone, Sukuna. Your parties suck.” The heels that were in your hand were now lying on the floor, your feet attempting to bring you up straight. Which was only possible with the assistance of the wall. Sukuna observed you carefully, cursing under his breath.
His fingers came to tug your dress down in the front, his knuckles ghosting over your thigh.
“Why do you look like a whore?”
“Shoko dressed me. Don’t be mean, Shoko is good at fashion.”
He tilted his head, his finger running over the fabric of your dress.
“Thought so,” It was only a whisper, but in your ears, it neared a scream. You squirmed slightly under his gaze, looking for any escape route. He was blocking every single one with his stupidly big arms—what the hell was wrong with you?
You swore to never get drunk again.
“Let me go home, Sukuna.” It was softer than usually, like you were tired of being here—which was more than the truth. He just shook his head.
“Why?” Your eyebrows furrowed in frustration. “I don’t want to be here.”
He ran a hand over his face—you could tell you were frustrating him.
“You know what’ll happen if you go out there dressed like this? Drunk? Fuckin’ helpless?” He cocked his head to the side. You could understand, but still—
You were being stubborn. A little stupid, but more stubborn.
“Answer me.” He challenged.
“Yes.” You murmured begrudgingly, he hummed as if he knew that’s exactly what you were going to say.
“Where’s Shoko? Tell her to take your drunk ass home—“
“She’s drunk.” He cursed at your words, running a rough hand through his hair.
“You’re all fuckin’ stupid? Which one of them did ya’ get it from?”
You didn’t answer, just kept your eyes locked onto the ground. “Jesus Christ, angel.”
You finally looked up, but not until he swung your body over his shoulder like a bag of fucking rice.
This was public humiliation, right?
Some people glanced, but it didn’t last long with Sukuna’s irritated pout. You landed into the passengers seat of a car you didn’t recognize, parked right next to Shoko’s.
You squirmed around, fumbling with the seatbelt and door—But when you got it, Sukuna started the car.
“Apartment.” Before he could start on how stupid you were—you continued. “Building B, room 1221.”
He didn’t say anything else, just sped through traffic like laws didn’t exist. You weren’t even surprised, so you hardly fought it.
He glanced over at you after a while, flicking your forehead to stop you from dozing off.
“I’m a good person, I don’t get into trouble.”
He scoffed, his finger tapping against the wheel impatiently. You knew this wasn’t out of kindness, only out of the fact he didn’t want to be the one facing consequences if something bad happened to you.
Okay, yeah, it did bother you. But you were drunk, you didn’t know what the hell you were doing.
“Yeah, angel. You’re a good girl, but you’re fuckin’ trouble for some people.” He shook his head, the back of it laying lazily on the headrest.
You thought for a moment. You didn’t know what he was talking about, but curiosity was ripping every thought to shreds. “Like who?”
“Mm, I don’t know, angel.”
The pet name was going to grow on you irritate you eventually, but you didn’t fight it for now. Sukuna was going to be Sukuna. Unapologetic, cruel—he didn’t give a fuck if it made you uncomfortable, that’s what he wanted.
Those words made you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.
He bristled at the second question—the gears in his head seemed to creak.
“Just shut up, you’re annoyin’ me.”
You stayed quiet, the fight leaving your body for the rest of the ride. By the time you got to your building, you were quick to open the car door, wobbling out slightly. He didn’t even look at you—just let you turn away.
Some crueler, evil—desperate part of you wished that maybe he could say something.
You don’t know why his personality was getting to you so much. You told yourself it was because you weren’t thinking straight, but it felt as if it ran deeper than that.
As if the sober thoughts made themselves known.
You clenched your heels in your hands, accepting the sudden wave of sadness when the building closed behind you. After the rev, and the slightly screech of tires—you paused.
You were not prepared for the hangover. Not in the slightest.
You groaned, and then whined when it persisted. Holy fuck, how did people drink.
You glanced down at your phone, only to see a plethora of texts.
Shoko: Sorry, was wayyyyy too drunk last night. Glad Mr. God Complex got you home. You good now?
Shoko: Also, wtf did you do, lmao
Shoko: Sukuna threw a huge fit, I think he punched Geto in the face?
Shoko: He dragged five people out by the neck last night tho, you should’ve been there it was hilarious. Think he threw someone in the pool? 😭
Utahime: How are you doing?
You were going to wait to reply, until you saw a text from Sukuna—you were sure you were asleep by three A.M, but he texted you around that time.
So, you opened it, squinted—and then the horror crawled into every inch of your body.
You shot up, despite the pounding headache, your lips slightly parted before reading the entire conversation you weren’t aware you had.
How could you have possibly—Oh.
Your eyes found themselves fixated on a bottle of wine that Shoko had left at your apartment a few months ago, now open on your coffee table instead of in the cabinet it stayed in.
Your eyes flicked down to the text thread, cringing at every message.
You: How many people tell you you’re an asshole?
You: You should keep count, might fix your ego, asshole.
Sukuna: You’re feisty, what did I do this time?
Sukuna: Are you trying to hurt my feelings?
Sukuna: Cute, but no. Sorry, baby.
You: Stop calling me that.
Sukuna: Why? Does it bother you?
Sukuna: Rhetorical question, don’t actually care if it bothers you.
You: It hurts my feelings. Stop.
He read the message last night, but never responded. God, you were an idiot.
You were quick to type letters on your keyboard, deleting, then retyping.
It doesn’t—No, it really doesn’t.
Why did it feel like it fucking did, though? You were a mess, your head pounding, the light from your phone doing absolutely nothing to help.
You chewed on the inside of your cheek, typing a message and then setting your phone down when you sent it.
You: I didn’t mean any of that.
You didn’t know why his lack of response was making you so impatient, but it was. Fuck, it really bothered you. Something new was happening, and you felt like it was tearing you apart.
Sukuna was a man, not a god.
But he was flooding the Earth before you learned how to swim.
You: Nevermind, you’re still an asshole.
You could almost feel his smile through the air—a rough sigh left your mouth. A blanket wrapped around you, dragging like a cape when you got up to get water.
You don’t think you’ve ever chugged something like you did the water—as if you had been lost in a desert for too long.
The water bottle crinkled, falling into the trash unceremoniously soon after. The light from outside poured through the curtains of your living room—the so-called light blocking curtains doing nothing to help the headache scratching behind your eyes.
Getting ready for classes was a fucking nightmare—despite the effort put into looking presentable, you refused to take the sunglasses off in the presence of light.
You stumbled into the lecture hall, Sukuna snorting at the miserable state you were in when you slid into your chair. Shoko, the absolute angel, slid you two painkillers and some tea she brought in case you’d show up. You chugged it, muttering a small apology.
Sukuna wasn’t going to relent today, propping his foot up on your armrest, slightly nudging you with it. He’d done this so many times you forgot to care.
In the middle of the lecture, he texted you. For whatever reason, he could’ve easily spoke with his lips—but you were mildly grateful he didn’t.
Sukuna: [Attachment: 1 image.]
Heat crept up your neck when the picture loaded—it was that same one he took of you on the bathroom floor, your eyes glossy and slightly red. One strap of your dress hung from your shoulder—
He snickered, tugging on the hood of your hoodie.
“Stop it,” You hoarsely whispered, swatting his hand away. It only worked for a few minutes, because next thing you know, your hair was tangled in his fingers.
Sukuna was someone who got bored easily. You could tell him to stop bothering you, but he would take that as an initiative to continue. Which is what he was doing right now.
His fingers were surprisingly gentle, despite the rough tugs his fingers took to brush out the knots.
“You’re a fuckin’ mess,” He murmured. “Can’t believe someone would fuck this—“
You were half expecting that. You knew he’d bring it up eventually, and apparently now was what he called a perfect time.
You scoffed, your forehead hitting the wooden coolness of your desk. Sukuna didn’t stop, going as far to lean forward to reach your hair better.
Despite yourself, you found yourself dozing off—your eyes heavy with sleep behind the sunglasses.
And then everything dimmed, and for a moment—you really did wish Sukuna was always this quiet.
—“Wake the fuck up, lady.” He grumbled, kicking your desk roughly. You jolted up, wiping the drool from your mouth swiftly. You glared up at him from behind your sunglasses, sleep still haunting you despite your consciousness.
“There she is, fuckin’ finally. Thought you were dead—“
“You wouldn’t care, anyway.” You shot back. You didn’t know why you said that.
“Someone’s angry.” His eyes widened slightly, backing up when you gathered all of the things you didn’t even use during the lecture.
“Can you shut up? You’re always talking. I have a headache, and you’re making it worse.”
Your hands paused at your own words, his shoulders stiffened.
“Sorry.” You pushed past him before you could face the backlash. But there was none—there was no grabbing your wrist. There was only Sukuna staring down at where you were three seconds ago.
Before you left, you heard him ask Shoko something, but of course, you didn’t stay long enough to be curious.
You were irritated today—whether it be the light, the headache, or last nights activities.
Something was haunting you, and it kind of hurt. Not kind of, it did hurt.
You just needed to find what exactly it was—what exactly was wrong with you today. But that was a problem for the near future, because you needed somewhere to nap.
Call it lazy, but you didn’t want to walk all the way home.
As soon as you entered the library, the dim light and slight chill allowed you to relax the most you have today. You plopped down into a chair in the corner, placing your head on your forearm.
The time passed too quickly—only awake because some kind student shook you lightly in passing. Upon looking up at the world around you, the library was mostly emptying, your eyes slowly roving over to the digital clock above the library doors.
“Long ass nap.” Someone mumbled from the corner of the table, his pink hair making you grimace slightly. There was no harsh comment—his hood covering half of his face, his long legs spread across two chairs.
You didn’t say anything, still basking in slight guilt from earlier. You had no real reason to feel guilty, that was the problem. You didn’t know why you were so angry, it made no sense to be guilty either. But you were—because you knew it had too much to do with the man you swore not to get involved with.
“Library is about to close.”
The lack of pet names didn’t miss your ears.
“Why are you so angry at me?”
He didn’t care—No, Sukuna didn’t care when people were pissed off at him, but it made him curious. If he couldn’t keep up with how many times he was disrespectful, he needed someone to do it for him.
“I don’t know. I’m not—I don’t..” You struggled with your words, having just woke up from something that was hardly a cat nap.
He finally chuckled, humorless, dry—deafening despite its low tone.
“That’s what angry people say, ‘I’m not angry.’” He mocked, and that should’ve made you mad if it wasn’t for him standing up, shoving his hands in his pockets.
He gestured for you to follow him, and you did—begrudgingly.
You fell into step with him, not paying much mind to where he was leading you until you ended up outside.
“Wanna know why you’re mad at me,” He lit a cigarette between words. “I don’t like liars, either. So don’t fuckin’ try that.”
“I don’t know why I’m angry, Sukuna.” You blurted, your steps stopping slowly when the cringe settled in. He turned around, blowing the smoke away from your face.
He knew you hated the smell.
“You know, just don’t wanna admit it.” He scoffed, crushing the cigarette beneath his boot, that confused you slightly—he just lit it, so why did he—
“Ain’t all that subtle with your curiosity.” He tilted his head. “I don’t wanna hear you bitching about the smell or cancer.”
He stepped closer—and that scared you. When he backed you up into the dark shadows of an alley, your heart rate picked up at an absurd speed.
“So humor me,” He whispered. “What’s your secret?”
He grunted, clicking his tongue. “Wrong. You do, come on—admit it.”
He paused when your back hit a wall, standing a few inches away as if that helped the sudden fear flooding your body.
You didn’t fear that he would hurt you—No, what scared you is the fact you did have a secret.
He saw it. Clear as day—and what his reaction would be, you preferred not to know.
“You think I’m not?” He interrupted, testing the waters when his fingers ghosted over your hips.
You hated the fact you didn’t push him away. When he picked up on that, his palms joined his fingers.
“Tell me to stop if you really mean that,”
You stayed quiet—so quiet, that you were scared he would hear your heartbeat.
“Don’t touch me if all you want is sex.”
The quiet from two seconds ago was incomprehensible to the quiet now. You weren’t sure he was breathing.
You didn’t respond, you were hardly even breathing. But what hurt more than the slight loss of oxygen, is when he let go, his hands dropping at his sides.
You swallowed a scoff. You should be grateful that he isn’t suffocating you anymore, but what’s a girl to do?
Doesn’t it always hurt a little bit when guys do something like that?
“Right.” You whispered, stepping away from the wall. His jaw was clenched, he might’ve broke a tooth if you didn’t hold back any biting words.
You stepped away from him—that was harder than it ever should’ve been.
They warned you. You just didn’t listen.
Sukuna didn’t make any attempt to take it back—mistake after mistake. You were stupid to think that he came to the library to apologize for what happened in the classroom—
No. You can’t even blame him.
You don’t know why either.
Sukuna hadn’t said a word to you. Not a glance, not a laugh—no. Nothing.
“Stop moping around, it’s ruining my mood.” Choso mumbled from the couch, glancing at you. You were curled up on the other end of the couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone. This wasn’t exactly unusual, but it was definitely a variation of odd.
Paired with the lack of banter between Sukuna and you.
“Told you to stay away from—“
“Don’t.” You mumbled, the irritation evident in your tone.
“You need to talk about it eventually. Let me be real with you—“ Choso sighed, resting his elbows on his knees. You spared him one glance before looking back at your phone.
You shot up, cutting Choso off completely.
“I’m gonna be a whore.” You shrugged, scrambling around your apartment to grab a towel. Choso was at a loss for words.
“That’s not a good idea—“
He pressed a hand to his face, mumbling a small prayer. He was being dramatic as usual.
As soon as you got out of the shower, you forced Choso to help you pick clothes.
This wasn’t like you. Not in the slightest. Shoko would be proud, but Choso is more concerned about your wellbeing. Of course, this wasn’t a good idea. But neither was anything else you’ve done since you transferred.
Befriending a drug dealer—Choso—for example.
Horrible idea, but you both were closer than ever.
After an hour, Choso begrudgingly chose a good outfit. You reviewed it, nodding slowly.
This wasn’t a revenge plot, this wasn’t making Sukuna jealous—it wasn’t like that. You were underfucked, but more so, if you were going to go find sex, you’d find it in places where you couldn’t attach any strings.
Different from Dickuna Sukuna.
The *minute* you set foot in the party, you spotted your victim. Of course, there were not many options here, but you were finally deciding to live a little—albeit out of anger.
Shoko had sent you the invite, she didn’t want to go, so she passed her legacy to you for the night.
You told her you would cherish it—and that was exactly what you were going to do.
You approached the man you spotted—he wasn’t talking to anyone, but he really did look like he wanted to kill everyone here.
You tapped his shoulder, met with a curious gaze. “What’s your name?”
He hummed, turning his body toward you. “Toji.”
“Nice to meet you, Toji. Call me whatever—are you busy.”
When he cocked his head to the side, all you could see was that infuriating arrogance you recognized from someone else.
It was a better look on Sukuna, and you loathed that.
You stood on your tip-toes, cupping your hands around his ear.
“Sex, that’s all.” You whispered—you’d never seen a man act as quick as Toji, his hands coming to your hips to flip you over his shoulder.
“Alllrrright then, ‘preciate the honesty, baby.”
That only sounded good coming out of Sukuna—Jesus, shut the fuck up, will you?
People glanced, some stared at the sight. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care in the slightest.
As soon as the door shut and locked behind Toji, he chuckled, tossing you onto the bed.
You bounced slightly, propping yourself up on your elbows. You glanced around, attempting to decipher the fact he was about to fuck you in someone else’s—
“I ain’t that bad,” He mumbled, grabbing your ankle and yanking you to the edge of the bed, his calloused fingers running over the sparkly strap. “My room,”
He gestured vaguely to the walls around you both.
“You ever done this before?”
“Yes. Why does everyone think I’m a virgin?”
“Mm, askin’ the wrong man.” He chuckled, undoing your heels slowly. You weren’t that impatient, but he was testing that.
A heavy exhale left your lips, and only then did he catch on, nearly ripping your dress in half.
“You can only trust me with one thing,” He started, flipping you over. His hands ran over your back until he caught the zipper.
“Ain’t ever gonna feel like this again—“ He hummed. “‘m one in a million, baby.”
After ten minutes of absolutely fucking nothing, you finally got what you came here for—dick. Shit, he might’ve not been bluffing.
You gasped, your hands clutching the sheets like they’d save you from the punishing thrusts. You didn’t even know this man and he was fucking you like he hated you.
But then the inevitable happened.
“Fu—Fuck, ‘kuna—Sukun—“ You caught yourself mid sentence, but it was too late, Toji stilled mid thrust.
You hissed, the embarrassment settling over you. That was a turn off.
To your surprise, or a lesser version of it, Toji took that personally.
“Ain’t even mad, jus’ gonna—“ Thrust. “—Fix that.”
And so he did. (Not really)
By time he was done, you struggled somewhat with your clothes.
“Boyfriend?” He whispered, his fingers fumbling with a box of cigarettes.
“No. He’s not my anything—“ You sighed tiredly, tears and mascara dried on your cheeks.
“Where the fuck is she?” A voice yelled from outside—a voice too familiar for your comfort. Your hair stood up on the back of your neck.
“Shit—Shitshitshit.” You looked around, eyeing a window. Toji roughly sighed.
“Forgot how crazy that motherfucker was—“
You froze, slapping a hand over your mouth.
“You know him.” It wasn’t a question, more like a realization. You knew in that moment you were fucked every which way. Literally, but more figuratively in this given situation.
“Yes, ma’am.” Toji clicked his tongue—only when you were planning an escape route did the door fall onto the floor.
So, Sukuna decided to kick it down.
His eyes widened slightly when he saw Toji, both of them glaring at each other. You had a feeling they didn’t just know each other.
“You fuckin’ serious?” Sukuna scoffed.
You felt guilty. Really fucking guilty.
But why? He didn’t feel guilty when—
The world doesn’t revolve around you, though.
So when your eyes started watering, there was no explanation you could form. Sukuna’s eyes drifted to your disheveled form, now more disheveled with the tears threatening to fall down your cheeks.
“Yo, bro. If it makes ya’ feel better, she said ya’ name a few times.” Toji drawled, you could jump out of the window at his words.
“But, y’know me—“ He whistled. “Had to fix that.”
You don’t think you’ve ever seen something so raw before—violent, just cruel.
Sukuna didn’t give Toji any room for words when his fist connected to his face. They were both strong, but Sukuna was a beast.
“Told all of you—“ Punch. “She’s off—“ Punch. “Fuckin’—“ Punch. “Limits—“ Crack!
You gasped, frozen at the sight that you didn’t even process Sukuna’s words—not before someone forced their way in and dragged you out.
Satoru guided you down the hall with a few polite ‘excuse me’.
“Why you cryin’?” He whispered, lightly pushing you down onto a couch in a secluded room you didn’t recognize. “Not to be rude, but you did fuck Toji.”
“I was angry.” Your breath was shaky, refusing to meet Satoru’s eyes out of pure guilt. “At Sukuna.”
Admitting it out loud stung a bit more than you thought.
“Yeah, I get it. You didn’t know, I bet. Toji’s, like, notorious for fucking Sukuna’s girls.”
“I don’t want to be Sukuna’s girl, don’t say that. He doesn’t get to fuck me and then pretend—“ You were about to pop that little bubble you retreated into, but Satoru snorted, nearly falling to the ground.
“Oh—Oh, you really don’t know—“ He gasped. “Fuck, that’s hilarious.”
“There is nothing funny about my vulnerability. That is making me feel worse.” You grumbled, hugging your arms to your chest.
He just sighed, brushing his hair out of his face.
“No—No, that’s not it. It’s just—mm, Sukuna might kill me if I say too much. You’re just… a bit different. He’s intrigued by you.”
You raised an eyebrow. How is that any different than his usually fuck buddies?
“You’re kinda dense—Sukuna is sort of an idiot. He doesn’t know how to handle new things. So he doesn’t know how to handle you,” He drawled. “Which means, when you think he’s being an asshole, in all reality, that’s probably the nicest he’s been all month, get it?”
You nodded slowly—skeptical at Satoru’s words.
Wasn’t he known for being a pathological liar?
You winced slightly when you heard a strangled grunt from down the hallway, followed by Sukuna’s yelling.
“Fuck you—“ A hiss. “Told you not to fuckin’ touch her.”
“You know what that sounds like,” Satoru whispered, tilting his head. “Sounds a lot like someone fighting for you even when you did something wrong.”
That’s where your breath hitched.
You didn’t want to believe it, because Sukuna had already proved more than enough to you—but did you have a choice right now?
Not really, no. The proof was in front of you.
But you’d deny it until you heard it from Sukuna himself.
“Some people just don’t know…” He struggled to find his words. “Express that they care. They get scared, push ya away.”
You bit the inside of your cheek.
No, that was a lie. Sukuna should’ve thought about that.
In a world of balance, your actions have consequences.
You weren’t the type to fold under pressure, you wouldn’t start now.
Not when angry grunts filled the hallway—not when curses fell from lips too pretty for profanity.
Not when the door slammed open.
Not when Sukuna stood there, blood dripping down his knuckles and nose.
Maybe when he groaned, stomping toward you.
When he peered down at you, you nearly folded.
“Why would you do that?” He grumbled.
“You made your answer clear—“
“You did.” You argued back, anger flooding the deepest crevices of your body. You didn’t want to be right, but you knew deep down that you were.
“The world doesn’t fuckin’ revolve around you.” He breathed out with a humorless chuckle.
That one sentence let a tear slip from the corner of your eye.
“It doesn’t revolve around you, either.” You started. “You are a man, not a god, Sukuna. Men have to be honest with themselves. If you weren’t honest with yourself, then that is your fault.”
Your fingers curled into fists at your side.
“Punch me,” He suddenly declared.
You were dumbfounded for a fleeting moment, but then it settled in.
Maybe he was expecting you to refuse.
Your fist connected to his face with a rough grunt.
You hadn’t ever punched anyone before—so the pain was foreign when it shot up your forearm. You hissed, shaking your hand.
“Ouch.” You grumbled, squinting up at him.
Your palm connected to his cheek—he grunted slightly. That ugly guilt reached further to pull at your heart, but you ignored it for now.
“Why are you punishing yourself?” You interrupted, narrowing your eyes.
You didn’t catch on the first time—but when he asked you to do it again, you understood. He was punishing himself for something.
“I’m tryin’ to fuckin’ hate you, hit me again.”
“No—What? Sukuna,” You breathed out, you were dumbfounded—but equal parts angry. “Why are you—“
“Don’t do this to me, fuck.” He groaned, Satoru shut the door behind him with a small click, leaving both you and Sukuna in the room alone. “You don’t get to do that.”
“Do what?!” You yelled, finding your voice after all the time you spent trying to keep quiet enough to go unnoticed. “Be honest with yourself—I’m giving you the chance.”
He grumbled, smudging the blood on his face when he ran a hand down his face.
“I don’t know how—Jesus, fuck, just—“ He finally looked down at you again. Not with that hot anger, nor that mocking glint. No. He looked almost…
“Just what?” Your voice was small in the presence of something unfamiliar, worried that if you spoke too loudly, he’d retreat. “Please just tell me what you want.”
“You. You, it’s always been fuckin’ you, and it kills me.”
The world stopped spinning for just a moment. Instead of seeing a king, or a god—for the first time, you think you saw a man. It was unfamiliar, an intricate crack in that impenetrable mask. Something smaller than small under the surface he built his empire on.
For the first time, Sukuna wasn’t the king—but he was a man who wanted something not even he could’ve had.
“Fuckin’ untouchable, that’s what everyone said. She’s untouchable, don’t let no one close—“ He huffed out. “It was sex—It was a challenge. I jus’ wanted to see if—“
You were patient, letting him find his words because if there was one thing you wanted—it was honesty. Even if it hurt the same way it did before.
“If I could get my hands on you, it irritated me when I couldn’t—“ His frustration kept building, his words strong and biting, but you couldn’t bear to back away again. “It irritated me so much and I ain’t realize why until I finally touched you, felt like fuckin’ heaven.”
Your breath lodged itself in your throat, swallowing it down was futile.
Sukuna wasn’t who he said he was. Not in the slightest.
“All these other girls—fuck, baby.”
The hairs on the back of your neck stood up when his voice cracked slightly.
“You always look at me like I’m fuckin’ pathetic. Gives me this thrill, thought the chase was fun—It was, but then—God, then—“ You placed your hand on his forearm, attempting to ground him, but it was foolish to think you could reign in all of this pent-up anger.
He needed to be honest, you told yourself that over and over again. He needed to be honest—and it was starting to hurt.
This was for him, not you.
His hands grabbed your wrist when you went to wipe the tears that were streaming down your face at his words.
He wanted to see them. Wanted to see the things he wasn’t used to.
Wanted to see someone care.
One truth stuck with you. Sukuna just wanted someone to care.
“Can’t stop thinkin’.” He whispered like it physically hurt to say. “Always your fuckin’ face. In my dreams, in the shower, God.”
His thumb brushed against your pulse point.
His gaze hardened, but only because he was searching your face, sobs breaking through your lips.
“I ain’t an honest man, you know that. That ain’t a secret—but I can be. I can be honest.”
You nodded slowly at first, then firmly. A silent confirmation.
“You’re all I want and it’s killin’ me. When Choso told me you were goin’ out to fuck someone—fuck, that pissed me off.” You’d have to kill Choso at a later date for being a snitch, but right now that wasn’t your biggest problem. “Then it was Toji.”
The words settled, soothing the part of your heart that had been aching for so long now.
You admitted something you didn’t dare to acknowledge.
“I need you, Sukuna.” You whispered, your forehead falling to his chest. “I don’t know why—you irritate me, you bother me—you—you’re mean to me.”
You didn’t lie—no, you were honest in what you were saying. Because he deserved your honesty, even if he didn’t return it until now. It only dawned on you how many things you overlooked.
Sukuna didn’t wake people up—he’d prefer to watch them get embarrassed.
Sukuna didn’t ask people for pencils, because he never needed one with the absurd amount he stole from the library.
Sukuna didn’t ask people to come to his parties, he didn’t care who was there or not.
Sukuna didn’t bother people because he got bored too easily.
The common factor was you.
You caused this madness, and the desperation in his eyes was begging you to fix it.
Sukuna Ryomen was a man, not a god. But only this once, would you give him a glimpse of the heaven he’d dream of obtaining.
You did that for him. Your lips were the gates he had imagined, the ones that ignited a fire within him. Your eyes were the warmth he craved in the crevices he never touched.
You were what fueled his drive. You were the one who fueled him on, because you were heaven for a man that wasn’t quite a god.
He didn’t say anything, but his shoulders dropped enough to make the message clear. The tension released from his body—and it scared him, but there was nothing real to fear.
Not when all that was real was standing in front of him.
“I know I ain’t nice. That ain’t gonna change any time soon, angel.” He groaned, and for the first time, Sukuna didn’t take what he wanted. He didn’t touch to take—no, when his hand touched your cheek, it was hesitant.
Hesitant, like he didn’t know if he was allowed to.
Your hands guided Sukuna to the bed, sitting him down before dabbing his nose with a paper towel. This was a moment completely foreign to you—Sukuna was vulnerable, he was quiet. He looked less like a fighting dog and more like a.. chihuahua, perhaps.
You couldn’t deny the spike in temperature, nor the rapid pace of your heart. Regret settled deep in his bones when he mulled over the fact he just told you everything he promised he wouldn’t.
The water was chin level—and it dawned on the both of you that Sukuna flooded the Earth before you learned how to swim, but he didn’t know how to either.
In other words, emotions weren’t something the man was open with. He was cruel, irrational, constantly angry—but yet, you soothed him. You showed him peace when he didn’t know how to live without a mess.
“Why?” He whispered, clearly troubled by something neither of you wanted to name, but acknowledged with pained faces. “Why me?”
It almost hurt you, his question. That why me seemed deeper than he let on. You never associated Sukuna with insecurity, make no mistake, he didn’t have a single one of those things. That wasn’t it, he was too prideful, greedy, driven by the stakes of power and how far he could go with nothing.
That was the problem. That was his question.
“I don’t know,” You mumbled lowly—something that came out of your mouth when you should’ve known. You knew everything else, you were smart—but knowing yourself wasn’t something that came easy. “I think that I hated you enough. I picked you apart in my head, finding everything that made me upset.”
Your hands stilled for a second.
“I was angry when I found something pretty in you. I didn’t think that—that it belonged in such an ugly person.”
“No. Your heart was. Your soul—to me, it was ugly.” You sighed, lightly scrubbing dried blood from the crevice of his nose.
“That doesn’t answer my question.” He grumbled, grunting when you swiped the blood from his busted lip.
You chewed on your bottom lip, debating whether or not you wanted to be open to him any longer, or if the silence should finally settle.
“I can’t answer that because I ask myself the same thing from time to time.” You whispered, your eyebrows furrowed with confusion. You confused yourself, yes. You didn’t know why it was Sukuna. Why it had been him.
All you knew was that it was, and it never seemed to stop.
“Is it just about sex anymore?” You found yourself asking, ready to hit him with some sort of trophy on the dresser. You tried your hardest not to get any blood on this persons bed. Sukuna hardly cared much about that.
He looked like he wanted to say yes as a final attempt to push you away and retreat, but he didn’t do that.
“No.” He mumbled bluntly, hands clenching at his sides. You let out a relieved breath, lips closer to his than you’d anticipated.
When he tried to lean closer, you grimaced slightly.
Your finger flicked his forehead, keeping him a safe distance away.
He just groaned, defeated—equal parts pained with the adrenaline wearing off. Your legs stood in between his, his eyes searching your face for more. When he only found raw honesty, he cursed under his breath, his fingers featherlight against the back of your thighs. He touched you like it was worship, like just a touch was enough to fan his flame.
You barely finished cleaning the blood off before his forehead fell against your chest—his knuckles still bloody and bruised.
“Don’t care about bein’ clean.” He grumbled, inhaling deeply. It wasn’t until he pressed a small kiss to your sternum, that you sighed.
“Don’t get any blood on me.” As if he was a fucking child, he slowly wiped his hands on your dress. You gasped, furrowing your eyebrows at him. Your hands attempted to push him off, but he didn’t budge an inch.
“Are you serious?” You sighed, what did you expect? “This was brand new—“
“Toji took it off of you. Should fuckin’ burn it.”
His words stung—but you could hardly be mad. You were partially at fault.
“Was he lyin’? About you sayin’ my name.”
The embarrassment from the moment made you cringe.
“It is not funny, Sukuna.” You grumbled, fingers absentmindedly threading through his hair.
“It kind of is.” His hands pressed into the back of your thighs, tugging you closer to him. “Mm, hilarious, even.”
Your face heated up an unusual red, your eyes rolling. It was astounding how easily he went from likable to unlikable in five seconds.
He finally pulled away, gazing up at you.
His fingers left a fire when they trailed up to outline the curve of your waist, then your ribs.
The heat only rose when his thumb brushed against your bottom lip. You didn’t pull away, this time. Instead, you let him.
You let him take, because you knew he was going to give it back ten times better.
“Don’t wanna do this here,” He groaned more to himself than you. Well that was a relief, you didn’t want to either—not in someone else’s fucking room.
“Then where—“ You blurted out, closing your lips as quickly as they opened, he quirked an eyebrow.
You didn’t think he’d ever let that go.
“You want to have sex with me.”
“Not what I said.” Your cheeks burned hot, but he just laughed at you.
“Then where?” He mocked, attempting poorly to mimic your voice. You shoved his chest, crossing your arms and turning your back to him.
“Doesn’t mean I want to have sex with you.”
“We’ll see about that,” He hummed, standing up with a small crack of his neck. His hands found their way to your waist, guiding you from the room and through the crowd of people.
You grimaced slightly when you saw Toji’s body unconscious—still breathing, thank god—on the floor.
As soon as you reached the door to your apartment, Sukuna couldn’t keep his hands off of you—barely letting you type in the code before he started nipping at your shoulder.
He was impatient. He acted like he needed this more than air—and deep down you felt like that was the truth.
The second the door was opened, he pushed you inside—letting you stumble slightly before hoisting you up. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, your breathing just as heavy as his.
He plopped down on your couch, adjusting his hips before placing you on top of him. “Looks like you were fuckin’ made to be here.”
His fingers wrapped loosely around your throat, dragging your lips to his. To your surprise, it wasn’t rushed nor suffocating—despite the clear strain from Sukuna trying to hold himself back—it was passionate, like he was pouring everything into you.
You both pushed and pulled, his hands roaming every inch of skin he could. Your hands didn’t relent either, groaning into his mouth quietly with every new area you discovered.
His teeth rolled your bottom lip into his mouth, biting down harshly before soothing it with a swipe of his tongue. He laughed against your lips when you cursed, but he smiled even harder when you pulled him closer.
His hips rolled up into yours, that’s when a whine spilled from your lips—fuck, he drank it up, making it his mission to hear that song one more time.
He pulled away from your lips, staring up at you. His fingers found your hips, slowly guiding every slow grind onto his clothed cock—orchestrating every move until the whines became more insistent from your lips.
“Sukuna,” You tilted your head back slightly, your hips twitching in tandem with every slow roll of his hips. You couldn’t tell if he was teasing you, or if this was him trying to take it slow—but it didn’t matter when it felt like torture. “Too slow.”
Your palms planted themselves on his shoulders, your eyes frozen into his—no matter the amount of will you had left, you didn’t want to look away. Not when he was watching every single twitch.
“Too slow?” He hummed, tilting his head back against the couch. He rolled his bottom lip into his mouth, fighting back a smirk when he suddenly jerked his hips up.
You yelped, which halfway turned into a moan—your hands flew down to his chest to steady yourself. “Oh my—“
Before you could finish your sentence, he jerked his hips up again, a groan leaving his lips in unison with the moan that left yours. His boner caught directly on your clit through your panties, over and fucking over again.
“Sukuna—Oh my god, ‘kuna.” You whined, lips parting as you tried to meet him halfway with the cruel roll of his hips. But it only seemed like he was in his own little world.
“Fuck, angel. Just like that,” He groaned, guiding your hips with rough drags. If it felt this good already, you couldn’t imagine how it would feel to have him fill you up. “Good fuckin’ girl. Such a good listener,”
You drank up the praise like you’d never hear it again—a serious doubt of yours. His hips never relented, his fingers busying themselves with the zipper of your dress.
In which, he broke it when it wouldn’t come down fast enough, tearing the fabric from your body with a sharp grunt. He practically salivated at your tits, you were tempted to cover yourself out of embarrassment—but it didn’t take long for him to latch his mouth on a nipple. Rolling the bud between his teeth.
“Fuck—“ Your breath gradually got heavier, but it didn’t last long when it was knocked out of you. Sukuna flipped you onto your back, rutting into you like a fucking animal.
He groaned around your nipple, staring up at you as he sucked on it. You truly did not know it could feel this fucking good—Sukuna’s reputation precedes him, his mouth really was godly.
He pulled back only an inch, spit dribbling from his mouth just to make a mess in his wake. “Mm,” He hummed, his lips parting as he watched the spit slide down the globe of your breast.
“Y’know what would look better than my spit,” He whispered, nipping your collarbone.
It was only slightly embarrassing how good his dry ruts felt, how you could cum solely from dryhumping.
“My cum,” He pinched a nipple between his fingers, rolling it slightly. “Right on your pretty tits.”
You whined at his foul mouth, your eyes blinking harshly with every blissful thrust. He took note of that, laughing cruelly as he lifted one of your thighs, holding it up with a strong hand just to take on an agonizing pace again.
“Gonna cum from this?” He strained, slamming his hips into yours with excessive force. “Poor baby, ain’t had good dick in so, so long.”
His words lit a fire in your stomach, allowing the walls of your pussy to clench around nothing—he smirked down at you.
“‘Kuna—Oh my fucking god, don’t stop—pleasepleaseplease,” You cracked out, your words a strain of slurred letters. Your back arched slightly, the denim of his jeans catching just right on your clit.
“Pussy’s just beggin’ to be fucked good,” A hand pressed down into your stomach, sliding down, down, doooowwwnn until his thumb was circling your clit. He moaned at the slick coating his jeans, allowing his thrusts to get messier.
“Look at this,” He breathed out, his hips twitching slightly at the sheer sight of your slick turning your panties transparent. “Jus’ drooling for my cock, ain’t she?”
His words should’ve embarrassed you, but they only made you wetter—more desperate than you started out with. They sounded so good spilling from his lips.
“Yes—Yesyesyes!” Your toes were started to curl, your hips rutting up into Sukuna’s the tighter that coil in your stomach got. His cock was the best you’ve ever had, which said a lot, considering it was still tucked in his pants.
“Fu—Fuck, baby. Y’feel so fucking good,” His head was thrown back, his hands kneading your boobs like his life fucking depended on it. “Gonna pound that tight little pussy,” He gritted through his teeth.
All you could do was nod, your high right around the corner, his thumb tugged your clit fast—almost in sync with his breaths.
But fuck—when he slapped your pussy, flashes of white blurred your vision, his thrusts not yet stopping as loud, choked out moans spilled from your lips, along with his name.
“Takin’ it like a good girl, like a little fuckin’ slut—“ The words didn’t mean to slip from his lips so easily, but when you whined, he laughed at you.
“Oh?” He scoffed. “That’s pathetic,”
He slowed down the roll of his hips, giving you minimal room to breathe before latching himself to your neck, his lips leaving a trail of kisses down your chest, then your stomach.
“Shit, baby. Made such a mess.” His mouth watered at the sight of your pussy, slick coating the inside of your thighs. He slapped your pussy once, watching you jerk, then twice because he wanted to.
“So wet, all f’me. Didn’t even do shit,” His eyes found yours from between your thighs, studying every twitch, every whine like it was scripture. “Already goin’ stupid, didn’t even need my cock.”
He chuckled, kissing your clit through your panties. He moaned at the taste, licking a stripe straight up to gather your slick.
“So good—God, you taste so fuckin’ good, angel.” He groaned, burying his face in the pond of your pussy, licking lazy stripes through your panties. You shivered, a borderline pornographic moan spilling from your lips.
He slid your panties off, almost ripping them in the process. Before he tossed them into the unknown with your dress, he looked back at you—an evil smile curling at his lips.
“Mmm,” He balled the fabric up, leaning closer. “Open that pretty mouth for me.”
You obliged quickly—only for him to shove your panties in your mouth. “Much better.”
You could only whine, the fabric muffling the sounds trying to break through.
He laughed, taking his place back in between your thighs. He pushed your thighs up, hoisting them over his shoulder. He wasted absolutely no time, his patience had already been thinning.
His tongue circled your clit diligently, his spit mixing with the absurd squelching of your wetness. The moan that left you was ripped out of your chest, your panties barely muffling it. He took it seriously, fingers keeping your thighs spread enough while his tongue fucked inside of you, the tip of it pressing against the roof of your walls.
“Fuck—Fuck—ngh—Sukuna, oh my fucking god!” Your toes curled and you think your eyes rolled to the back of your head, but with the stars in your vision, you weren’t too sure. Your hips attempting to buck up, but he held you down with an arm over your stomach.
“Yeah—That’s my girl,” He groaned into your pussy, a filthy squelch filling the room every time he pulled his tongue out just to drive it straight back into you. Your thighs quivered slightly, his nose nudging your clit.
It was bliss—pure fucking bliss. You’ve never came twice without being fucked stupid, but Sukuna was making that entirely possible right now.
You felt the heat creep back into your stomach, your release forming a fucking storm.
“Don’t—Don’t stop—“ Your fingers threaded through his hair, pushing his head down as much as it would go. He didn’t struggle in the slightest, just grinned.
He let you fuck yourself on his tongue, landing sharp smacks to your thighs, offering euphoric groans.
“Just like that—mmph—yeah, fuck yourself like a little slut,” You weren’t entirely sure if it was his hips rutting into the cushions, or if it was the sheer force of you fucking yourself on his tongue, but the couch started creaking—synchronizing with your moans.
Your teeth clamped down around your panties, your back arching off of the couch as your legs shook. “I’m—I’m—“ You squealed, your juices coating his chin. He didn’t stop when you started twitching, no—he only stopped when he was done sucking up all of your juices. He gathered your cum on his fingers, replacing the panties with them.
“Suck,” He hummed, watching you with half-lidded eyes as you swirled your tongue around his fingers, your cheeks hollow as you sucked your cum straight off. It was filthy—disgusting, but based on the way you obeyed and he groaned, neither of you thought much about it.
“Fuck,” He sighed, pulling his fingers out. He slapped your cheek lightly, smearing the drool dribbling from the corner of your mouth. “C’mere.”
He leaned back on the couch, spreading his thighs enough for you to shimmy in between. He chuckled at your fucked out eyes looking up at him, slowly undoing his belt. Your impatience was evident, which only fueled him to go slower.
Once his pants were finally off, he slid them down to his ankles, palming his erection. You were practically drooling at the damp spot on his boxers, squirming slightly.
When you tried to reach out to touch, he swatted your hand away. “Aht aht. Gonna be a good girl and watch,”
His cock sprung free, boxers dropping to his ankles where his pants were. Your eyes widened slightly.
Jesus, that was really… fucking big?
It concerned you a bit. How the hell were you meant to take all of that?
He groaned as he tugged at the base, lacing his fingers through your hair to bring you closer. You subconsciously opened your mouth, moaning when he slapped his heavy cock on your tongue.
He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue.
God, that nearly did it for him. His eyebrows knitted together, his hand stroking up and down with small grunts and groans.
“Fuck, angel. This is all you—mmph—your fuckin’ work.” He rutted his hips up into his hands, pre dribbling from the tip, sliding down to pool onto his fingers. He yanked your head up again, holding his cock out for you.
“Spit,” He commanded, and so you did, batting your eyes up at him in hopes he’d cave—much to your dismay, he did not.
“Atta girl, there’s my girl. Doin’ so good, listening to me.” He chuckled breathlessly, basking in the way your eyes nearly welled up with desperately pathetic tears. “Should get a fuckin’ reward for that, yeah?”
He didn’t give you much time to process before his cock was sliding in your mouth, choked moans pulled from his lips to hang in the air. You gasped, gagging around him.
“Shit—yeah, choke on it.” He let out a half-laugh, half-moan when you sucked him in your mouth, spit already sliding down your chin. You bobbed your head slowly, determined to fit every inch despite the burn of the stretch.
His hand brushed your hair out of your face, grabbing it all by the root and slowly guiding your head. Your nails dug into his thighs, strangled moans vibrating around his cock.
“C’mon, you can take it all,” His eyes silently asked permission, and when you moaned, he slammed your head down, fucking his cock deep into your throat. It burned so good you swore you could cum from sucking his dick alone.
“Ohh, fuck baby. Fuckfuckfuck—“ He groaned, bullying the back of your throat with every harsh thrust. “Don’t fuckin’ stop—Taking this dick so good,”
You never took your eyes off of him, tears spilling rapidly down your cheeks from the lack of oxygen, spit creating a small pool on your lap. He kept his eyes trained on you, his hand clutched tight in your hair.
You didn’t take Sukuna for someone who moaned, but good God, it was fucking beautiful. You’d do this every hour only to hear him.
He held your head down to his skin, spurting hot ropes down your throat—despite choking a little, you swallowed most of it, inhaling as much oxygen as you could through your nose.
His chest heaved, his eyes screwed shut as he twitched in your mouth. You pulled off with a lewd pop! licking whatever you could from your lips. Some of his cum landed on your chest, dipping between the valley of your breasts.
A small chuckle left him.
“Who knew your mouth was that fuckin’ good? Holy shit,”
He stared down at you, cupping your cheek with one hand. “Still ain’t done with ya’,”
That provoked goosebumps to form on your arms—but there was minimal time to react.
“‘Kuna—“ You whined, letting him help you up, he scooted over a few feet, sitting directly in front of the mirror you had propped up in the living room when you moved in. “What are you doing?” You muttered.
He dragged you to straddle his lap, your back facing him. You whined when his hand came crashing down on your ass, jerking away out of instinct.
“Gonna fuck you reaaaalll good, baby.” He whispered, peppering kisses along your shoulders. “Better than Toji did, better than anyone fuckin’ else did.”
Of course, he had to bring that up.
“Gonna go stupid on my cock—“
He breathed in sharply, lifting your hips until you were lined up. You took a deep breath—moaning at the intrusion of his tip. God, could you even do this?
You couldn’t be too sure, but he eased in slowly. “So fuckin’ tight, holy shit.”
He ran a hand up and down your back soothingly, despite himself. “Takin’ every inch like a good girl. That’s my baby, come on.”
You squirmed slightly, lowering yourself until your ass hit his pelvis. You breathed in sharply, hardly even exhaling at the sudden fullness.
“Oh my god—Oh my—“ You struggled, Sukuna’s large hands guiding your hips in small, slow strokes.
“Fuu—Fuck—She’s so tight f’me.” His hips snapped up suddenly, ripping a loud moan from your chest. “God—Did he fuck you this deep? Huh?” Sukuna’s hand kneaded your ass, bouncing you up and down slowly.
“No—No!” You cried out—He tugged your head back, forcing you to look into the mirror.
“Look at you, all pretty on my cock.” He groaned, the slow pace turning into a brutal one. You felt the wind get knocked out of you, the harsh sound of skin against skin intertwining with your moans.
“G’na take everything—“ Thrust. “I fuckin’—“ Thrust. “Give you.”
“I will, I will—Oh my god, Sukuna—“ Your walls squeezed his cock tightly, meeting him half way with desperate bounces. “‘s so good! So good, ‘kuna!”
He chuckled, trailing off into a gasp. “Fuck, yeah. Every last inch, like a good lil’ slut.”
His thrusts were as mean as his words—each one pounding against your cervix. Your nails dug into his knees, scratching over his thighs. You hadn’t ever felt anything like this before. Not really, no.
“Whose pussy is this, angel?”
“Yours—Oh, god, it’s yours!” Tears formed in your eyes, trained on the lewd imagine displayed in the mirror.
“Yeah, she’s suckin’ me right in—Fuck, just like that, baby. Just fuckin’ like that.” His head flew back, loud grunts leaving his mouth. “No one can fuck this pussy like I can, yeah?”
“No—No one, only you, ‘kuna—“ You choked out. Before you knew it, he slid out, flipping you over with more force than necessary. He cursed under his breath when he got a good view of you.
“Yeah? Only me,” He chuckled, pressing your knees to your chest before pounding back in. The sheer size of him had you grasping for reality, but his punishing thrusts made you fumble.
His thumb found your clit, drawing rough circles—or so you thought.
“What’s the first letter? Hm?” He strained, his lips parting. His thumb traced something—being overcome by pleasure, it was hard to tell.
“S?—Fuck!” You whined, your toes curling. Sukuna was a cruel man.
“Good girl,” He pounded into you again. “Can you guess this one?”
“U—Right there!” Your head tilted back, fingers gripping the cushion like your life depended on it.
He chuckled, pressing a hot kiss to your lips.
“U—“ You could try and put two and two together, but you were being fucked stupid right now, so it was beyond hard.
You weren’t even sure if you’d even be able to finish Sukuna’s poorly timed spelling bee.
He tugged another letter over your clit—but you really couldn’t guess when your eyes rolled back and when your mind busied itself with staying conscious.
“Sukuna! Fuck—Pleaseplease—Oh, God, please!” Your thighs shook, only met by a mean, mean thrust.
“Uhh, no, that was an N.” He snickered.
When he tugged the last letter, you felt the coil tighten.
“A—It’s—Its A!” You gasped, your vision spotted by white dots.
“Mm, correct. What does that spell?” Another cruel thrust. “Or are you too dumb on my cock to tell me?”
You choked for air, body twitching violently under his hold. “Sukuna—“
You managed to choke out, before your high crashed violently over you. You sobbed out, panting his name like it was some sort of sick prayer.
“That’s my girl,” He grunted, pulling out just to spill his seed all over your stomach. He chuckled, sweat beading on his eyebrow.
“My pussy,” He hummed, jamming two fingers inside of your sensitive walls.
“Too—Too sensitive,” You whined, gasping when he curled them. It hurt so fucking good. His other hand wrapped around your throat, pulling you up roughly. His lips pressed against yours. It was soft, not greedy.
He groaned against your mouth, sliding his tongue inside. His fingers pumped inside of you slowly, punctuating each thrust.
“Sukuna,” You weakly whined, your thighs threatening to close. He held them open with his arms, his fingers pressing so sweetly into that perfect spot.
You sobbed out his name, clutching onto his wrist.
“One more time,” He mumbled lazily, pressing kisses to your jaw. He licked a stripe up your neck, sucking a bruise right in the front.
“I’m about to—“ You gasped, your hips grinding against his fingers.
He chuckled, listening to the obscene squelching sound. It was like music to his ears.
He sighed when your high came back for the nth time. Pulling his fingers out and sucking all of your slick from them.
In a weird way—you felt cared about. Despite his mean words, even meaner actions, you don’t entirely think he’s ever fucked anyone like that. It was hard to believe.
“Do you do… this with anyone else?” You mumbled weakly, your head lolling to the side. He just hummed, getting up to put his pants and boxers back on.
“Nah, jus’ you. Lucky duck.” He snickered but you wondered if he was getting ready to leave.
“Don’t leave—“ You tried to catch yourself before embarrassment caught you, but when he looked at you like you grew two heads, embarrassment caught up real quick.
He scoffed, his pants not even buckled up yet. His head swung around as if anyone else heard those words fall from your lips.
“The fuck?” He sat back down, a dry chuckle filling the air. “Why the fuck would I leave? You think I’m that much of a dick? maybe I should leave since you think that lowly of me.”
You couldn’t believe his words, nor the childish threat.
“You’re notorious for leaving after having sex with people,” You deadpanned, but he just sighed and rolled his eyes as if you were wrong. (Maybe just this once you were.)
“Yeah, people, you’re not fuckin’ people, just a moron, apparently.” He mumbled sharply, you had to fight off the smile curling at your lips, letting him grab a rag and wipe you down. He was careful—unlike everything else you’ve seen about him.
Sukuna fucked like a god, but he wasn’t as cruel as one sometimes.
You watched his fingers move, his lips kissing every inch of you like he was on a mission. You grimaced when he tried to kiss your toes.
“Stay still, woman. Picky eaters are pussies.”
You scoffed, letting him go at it with your toes.
After ten minutes of his lips worshipping you, you were fighting a lengthy battle with sleep. Yawning first, then every blink after that was slow and kept your eyes closed longer than they should’ve.
“Mm, go t’sleep.” He whispered, sliding your legs onto his lap. The moment you fell asleep, his shoulders relaxed.
He slid his phone out, his fingers slamming against the keys with more aggression than necessary.
Sukuna: Don’t let another woman breathe around me again.
Satoru: Well that’s kind of impossible, can’t do that unless they’re dead, Sukuna lol 😭
Sukuna: Um? Then kill them? I don’t care.
Satoru: What’s the occasion?
Sukuna stilled for a moment, watching your now-steady breaths. He sighed, taking his hoodie off.
He tried not to wake you, lifting your upper half up to tug his hoodie over your head. Once it was on, he shifted you around, placing your head on his lap.
It was a mystery as to how you didn’t wake up—but you didn’t. He thinks he overfucked you.
He snickered, snapping a picture of you to send to Satoru.
Sukuna: I have been enlightened. Leave me alone.
Satoru: The pussy of enlightenment ?? LMFAO
He tossed his phone on the coffee table, staring up at the ceiling.
He didn’t know what he was doing, but he knew he didn’t want to stop.
You had went to the bathroom for five fucking minutes. But yet again, five minutes it all it took.
Sukuna’s brother, Jin, wanted Sukuna to watch Itadori—it took you too long to realize Sukuna was an uncle, but when you did, it was so cute.
You and itadori got along, he was such a cute kid and he absolutely adored you. Sukuna, however was a terrible influence.
“Do a backflip,” He mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest—Itadori had never done a backflip before, for context.
Choso snickered next to Sukuna, as well as Satoru.
When Itadori attempted, the kid nearly broke his neck, and that was peak entertainment for Sukuna.
As soon as you heard the cries, you rushed out of the bathroom, buttoning your pants in the hallway. You sighed at the scene in front of you, little Itadori ran over to you, Sukuna looked like a deer in headlights, sinking into the couch and pouting.
“Sukuna,” You warned, picking Yuuji up. “What did you do?”
You quirked an eyebrow, hoisting the child on your hip. Your hands came to run soothing circles on his back until he stopped crying.
The other two boys next to Sukuna were hiding in their own clothes, maybe you should just hit all of them.
“I didn’t expect him to actually do a backflip,” He snorted at the memory, immediately straightening his face under your glare.
You scoffed, shaking your head and walking to the kitchen. You comforted Itadori as much as you could—but he nearly burst out into tears when Sukuna appeared behind you.
Under the child’s request, you sent him back to the living room with Satoru and Choso so you could properly berate Sukuna while your hands were busy chopping carrots. You’ve never heard of a child loving carrots, but Yuuji was a little odd.
Sukuna stood behind you, wrapping his hands around your hips. It took everything in you to not fold, even when he shamelessly bent you over and … started humping you? You don’t fucking know, but he was snickering, kneading your ass like he was a cat.
“Sukuna, stop it,” You grumbled, you didn’t entirely mean it, but before he could even stop, you spun around, pointing the knife at him.
“You need to be kinder to Yuuji.” You furrowed your eyebrows, and he rolled his eyes. “He’s just a baby.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let me kiss you,” He leaned forward but you dodged it with a small huff, if you weren’t mistaken, you could hear the slightest whine in Sukuna’s throat, turned into a groan halfway out.
“Baby, don’t be like that. He’ll be fine,”
“Please, angel?” The knife was still pointed at his face—so he hardly hesitated when he dragged it closer and licked the carrot juice off.
You didn’t know if you should be scared or turned on.
“Mm, you’re all sexy when you act like a mom,” He mumbled, his fingers wrapping around your throat to pull you closer. “Sexier when you point a knife at me, sue me if it bothers you.”
You folded, letting him drag your lips into a slow kiss. He groaned against your mouth, but you pulled back just in time for little Yuuji to wander in.
You tried to push Sukuna away, but he didn’t budge. Only allowing your eye to twitch.
“Your carrots are almost done, your uncle just wanted to help me.”
“She’s lying Yuuji, we were actually—“
You coughed loud enough to drown out whatever bullshit was going to come out of Sukuna’s mouth. Only leaving a pout on his lips.
Yuuji nodded, running out when Satoru called his name.
Sukuna sighed, propping his chin up on your shoulder when you turned around. He watched you chop the carrots, rubbing small circles on your hips.
“I’m g’na make you a mom one day,” Your breath hitched at his words, glancing over at him. “After I make you my wife.”
He did just that 6 years later.
Yes, he almost cried when you walked down the aisle—he actually did cry when you gave birth, though.
Sukuna Ryomen was a man, not a god.
But for the first time in his life, he was okay with being nothing more.
He had heaven in his bed every night—heaven on his lips, heaven in his fingers. It neutralized the insatiable hunger for more.
Sukuna was a king, a god to everyone, he was detached—cold, but that was until you ripped him from his throne and made him feel.
Made him feel not the insatiable hunger for more, but the insatiable urge to love.
You made Sukuna feel more of a man than the god he swore he was.
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i hope you guys enjoyed i’m literally so sleep deprived i spent fucking ions writing this lol let me know what i should do next i’ve entered the ultimate flow state
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