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A Starved Man

Boxer!Sukuna x insecure Reader

Because all bodies deserve love, and Sukuna will make damn sure yours is.

Tags: afab!reader, oral(f recieving), squirting, cum eating, pussy drunk sukuna, alot of praise, finger fucking, body worship

Warning: negative body image, skipping meals.

Banner art by: kroooo000 on X

Sukuna had always cared about looks, but only his own.

He had a lifestyle to maintain, an image to keep. He was the most famous boxer in Japan, after all. Cameras followed him, and every movement he made was watched, judged, remembered. His name was a brand, and he intended to keep it that way.

But he had never cared about how other people looked. He didn’t care how people chose to live their lives, what they ate, how they dressed, or what their bodies looked like. Why would he? It had never made sense to him. This obsession people had with bodies that weren’t their own.

That was why, whenever reporters asked him about his “unfit” partner, judgment disguised as curiosity, he always answered the same way: “Are bodies all you talk about?”

He truly didn’t understand why people spent so much time worrying about someone else’s body when they could barely take care of their own.

Sukuna never spoke about your body unless it was to tell you how much he loved it. He never picked at it, never compared it, never made you feel like it was something to be fixed. But that didn’t mean you don’t have doubts.

A voice at the back of your mind that never quite went away, always nagging at the worst moments. How could he love someone like you? Someone who didn’t live like him, didn’t look like him, didn’t belong in the same world he did.

And no matter how many times he said it, how easily the words left his mouth, that voice always found a way to twist them into something you couldn’t fully believe.

Food had always been a big part of who you were. Your family owned a restaurant, and you grew up surrounded by aromas no one could ever resist. Garlic sizzling in oil, fresh bread, spices in the air, laughter from the kitchen to the tables. Food was never just food in your family. it was love, it was comfort, it was celebration.

Whenever you and Sukuna visited, it always ended the same way. Too much food and your family insisting he eat more because he was an athlete, and the two of you passing out on the couch, stuffed to the brim, half-listening to the TV while your mother brought cut fruit anyway, just in case you were still hungry.

You loved food. You loved eating, cooking, tasting, sharing. And for the longest time, you never thought there was anything wrong with that. Until the internet decided there was.

People who didn’t know you, didn’t know your life, didn’t know what food meant to you, had opinions about what you ate, how much you ate, and what your body looked like because of it.

It was a stupid plan, one that wouldn't last a second without Sukuna noticing. You'd prepared dinner like every other day, waiting for your boyfriend to come home from his hours of training. You set up the table and you'd be lying if the dishes you prepared didn’t look like they came right out of a magazine. Your stomach was already rumbling, then you heard the door open and the sound of shoes shuffling.

"Good lord woman, the whole neighborhood smells amazing" He announces as he shoves off his duffle bag. "I made your favorite!" you call from across the kitchen, watching him go into the bathroom tugging off his sweaty clothes. You can hear the shower running while you finish cleaning up the counter.

He came out at the perfect time as you set down the last dish. You hear him mumbling something about how much he loves you and that you're an angel sent for him, which has you giggling. You felt big, strong arms wrap around you as you set up his plate, pressing a kiss to your head.

He takes a seat and as soon as that plate lands in his hands he’s scarfing down all that’s on it. Sharing meals with him had always been your favorite part of your day. He's already praising your cooking skills and asking for seconds.

But then he notices your side of the table and the lack of food. "Where's your plate?" he asks, pointing his head towards you with a questioning look. "Oh yeah I was snacking while cooking, I'm not hungry" you reply with a reassuring smile which only makes him more confused. You never turned down food.

He didn’t pay it much attention but when it went on for the next 3 days with your excuses sounding dumber than the former, he figured there’s something wrong.

…

It was a normal day, you set up the table, he's come home at the same time, sat down as you prepared his plate, but this time the plate stayed on the table. He rested his chin on the palm of his hand and stared at you. "What?" you ask. "You know what." he replies, still staring. "You think I wouldn't notice?" "Notice what?" you let out a nervous laugh.

He suddenly stood up, startling you. In one step he was in front of you; one second you were standing, the next he's carrying you over his shoulder down the hall. "W-What are you doing?!" you yelped, grabbing at his shirt.

"You think I don't know what's going on here, huh?"

He carried you to your bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him before setting you down on your bed. The mattress dipped under your weight, and you quickly pushed yourself up on your elbows, staring at him. He stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, eyes locked on you.

"I think it's time to refresh your memory." You never thought he looked scary, until now.

"I don't know what you- AH!" you yelped as he suddenly dragged you by your ankles towards him. Your hands flew to your face immediately, hiding the heat spreading across your cheeks as he held your right foot next to his face.

"Wait, Sukuna-"

He didn't give you a chance to continue. He pressed a slow kiss to your ankle, his eyes flicking up to watch your reaction. "Time to remind you of how much I love this body," he murmured, taking his time kissing down your leg.

"Your feet," Kiss.

"Your calves," Kiss.

"Your knees," Kiss.

"Sukuna..." you whispered, peeking at him through your fingers, your face burning when you saw him already looking at you.

"Your thighs," Kiss. "God I love your thighs."

Your breath caught when he pressed his knees onto the bed, sliding his hands up to your hips as he leaned over you. Your brain was starting to short-circuit. He was treating your body like a sacred temple, and he was your devotee, as if his sole existence was to worship you.

He moves up, gripping the hem of your tank top and tugging it over your head, leaving you in your bra. The air suddenly feels colder against your skin. His mouth is already on you, kissing your hips, your waist, the space between your boobs, all the way up to your shoulders, then down to the tips of your fingers, all while muttering praise to your body. He's taking his time, making sure you know how much he loves every part of you.

"Do you know how much you drive me crazy?" His hand interlocking with yours, fingers squeezing gently. "You have no idea what you do to me," he added, now face to face, close enough that you can feel his hot breath against your lips. Words seem stuck in your throat, so you do what your body tells you and lean up to kiss him.

You barely move an inch before he pulls away faster than you expected.

“You think you can keep a starving man from eating and get what you want?” he chuckled, slipping away from you and down to his knees.

His hands move to your shorts, gripping the fabric before ripping away all you had on. You gasp softly, closing your legs on instinct, cheeks burning, but he has other plans.

"I think it's time I get a well-deserved meal, yeah?" His hands prying open your legs, kissing his way down to where you needed him the most.

"Please," is all you could manage.

"You're fucking soaked, all for me?" he teased, looking at your pussy as if it's the most delicious meal he's ever laid eyes on. You gasp when he spits on your folds, using his fingers to spread you open, your juices coating them. You can see his pupils dilating, and then in an instant, he's on you, groaning once he can taste you. You shut your eyes as he splits you open on his tongue. He's eating you out like a starved man, which in this case he is. Licking you from your hole all the way up to your clit, circling it before sucking on it, then going back down and dipping his tongue into you.

It feels like you're melting. His name spills from your lips, your hands flying down to grip his hair, making him moan into your pussy. You can feel yourself getting close, that familiar coil tightening in your stomach.

He pulls away for a second with a loud pop, only to tell you how sweet you taste, how good you're doing, his chin covered in your essence.

"Always been a messy girl, haven't you?" You can feel Sukuna's finger dipping in your hole. "Look at how much your pretty pussy's dripping," two of his fingers are now knuckles deep in you as his mouth laps at your pussy.

It was all too much. You're clenching around him, and it has him moving faster. "Sukuna, please I'm so so close." You're tugging his hair, shoving his face deeper between your legs. And who is he to deny you? "Cum for me pretty girl, cum all over my fucking face." Sukuna's eyes roll back as you come undone all over his tongue, humming into you, savoring every drop you release, drinking you up, feeling you squeeze around his fingers as you moan his name. He doesn't pull away until there are tears forming in your eyes from the overstimulation.

You can feel another orgasm coming up, and it has you trying to pull away, but his grip on your hips is so tight you're sure it's going to leave a bruise. "S-stop, please, it feels weird." You're a babbling mess, trying to hold it in, but when Sukuna's fingers reach that one spot that has you seeing stars, your second orgasm hits harder, and you realize you're squirting all over him. Sukuna lets out the most erotic moan you've heard, riding out your orgasm, making sure he gets every single drop. "Fuuuck," he pulls away out of breath, his fingers slipping out, and he has you jolting as he spreads your slick over your puffy folds, earning him a long whine.

"Look at the mess you made baby," slapping your pussy, making wet noises that have your head spinning. You look at him through half-lidded eyes, completely fucked out. "Maybe I should've skipped meals earlier if I knew it would end up like this" you smile.

"Oh we're not done here yet." Sukuna stands up, slipping his shirt over his head.

"You're gonna regret ever pulling that shit" His hands pulling down his sweats.

"Oh shit"

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wordcount: 1.5k

Im too lazy to write the rest.

I lowkey struggle with writing long pieces, like I’d be writing and writing and then it’s barely over 1k word😭. But hopefully I get over this, and start a series or at least post a long one shot that’s over 5k words.

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Heian era!Sukuna/sick reader

fluff, soft!Sukuna, reader has a fever.

word count: ≈1.2k

The shrine was quiet, save for the faint crackle of incense burning in the corners and the distant rush of water from the springs outside. The tatami mats beneath you were cool against your cheek, though your body burned with fever. Your sleeves that once were white are damp and stained, heavy from wiping at your nose, the thin fabric sticking uncomfortably to your forearms. Stray strands of hair clung to your sweaty forehead.

Sukuna stood over you, his silhouette framed by the dim lantern light, arms crossed, crimson eyes narrowing as he took in the sorry sight.

“You reek,” he said at last, his voice a gravelly rumble that seemed to vibrate through the shrine walls. “Pathetic little thing. Can’t even handle a common illness.”

You sniffled into your sleeve. “I… I’ll be fine…”

His lip curled, disdainful, but instead of leaving, he crouched. His large hand cupped your chin roughly, tilting your face up so he could study you. The fever-glow on your skin made something flicker behind his eyes.

“You’re burning up.” He clicked his tongue and let you go, standing tall again. “You’ll rot if I leave you like this.”

You thought he might actually leave, but the sound of water being poured filled the silence. When he returned, he shoved a cup into your hands. His eyes bored into you. “Drink. Don’t make me force it.”

You obeyed, sipping slowly, your trembling hands almost losing the grip. He caught the cup before it spilled, muttering a curse.

“Hopeless,” he sneered, though the word lacked bite. He guided you back against the pillows, then straightened. “Stay.”

You blinked up at him, confused. But then he scooped you up, carrying you through the shrine’s sliding doors and into the night air. The sky stretched endlessly above, stars glittering. The air was cool, a relief against your overheated skin, but Sukuna’s presence was hotter, steady as he strode down the stone path toward the springs behind his shrine.

The natural hot spring was steaming, moonlight spilling across its surface. He set you down on a smooth rock at the edge, his eyes scanning your damp sleeves with visible disgust. “Filthy. Stop wiping your snot on yourself.”

You wanted to protest, but all you could manage was a tired whimper. He sighed, a low, irritated sound as he stripped the ruined fabric from you slowly and carefully. His hands were rough, but not unkind. When the last layer was gone, he stepped out of his own robes and stepped into the spring first, the water lapping at his waist, steam curling around his tattoos like smoke.

Then he held your hand, pulling you into the water. The heat wrapped around you instantly, coaxing some of the ache from your bones. Sukuna pulled you back against his chest, settling you between his thighs. His arms bracketed you, as if he were caging you, and yet, you felt safer than you had in days.

He dipped a cloth into the water, wrung it out, and pressed it gently to your flushed face. “Pathetic,” he muttered, though his voice was softer now, almost gruff with something else. “You fall apart so easily.”

You leaned into the touch, sighing. “Feels… nice.”

His lips twitched into a smirk you couldn’t see. “Of course it does. I do everything better than anyone else.” Still, his movements stayed careful. He ran the cloth along your neck, over your arms, washing away the fever-sweat.

The water rippled as he reached for your hair, his fingers combing through the messy strands with surprising patience. He worked slowly, detangling, rinsing, smoothing it back. When you slumped fully against him, too exhausted to hold yourself up, he adjusted you so your head rested against his shoulder.

“You’re useless like this,” he said, though his hand never stopped its slow, steady motions. “But…” His breath ghosted against your ear. “…I’ll keep you together.”

Time passed in the hush of water and night air. When your breathing grew heavier, drifting toward sleep, Sukuna leaned down just enough to rest his chin atop your damp hair.

“Sleep if you want,” he rumbled. “I’ll sit here until the fever breaks.”

The words blurred as your consciousness slipped, but the heat of his body against yours, the steady rhythm of his hand stroking your hair, and the scent of incense and spring water anchored you.

...

By the time Sukuna lifted you from the spring, the fever-haze had dulled into something softer, your body loose and heavy in his arms. Steam clung to your skin as he wrapped you in a towel. He carried you back up the stone path, the shrine lanterns flickering against his inked skin.

Inside his room, the scent of incense still lingered. He set you down on a folded cushion near the brazier’s warmth. Without a word, he began drying you, running the coarse towel over your shoulders, arms, and hair.

You flinched when the towel scraped over your nose. “Ouch…”

“Stop whining,” he said flatly, though he slowed his movements after. “If you’d stop drowning your sleeves in snot, you wouldn’t be so raw.”

You gave a weak laugh, quickly smothered by a cough. His eyes flicked toward you sharply, then away again.

When your skin was dry, he reached into a chest and pulled out a folded robe, dark silk embroidered with patterns only someone of his standing could own. He shook it out once, then began dressing. “Don’t ruin this with your snot,” he muttered, tying the sash with practiced hands.

Once dressed, he gathered you back into his arms and carried you to your futon. The bedding had been replaced, clean sheets, fresh pillows, must've been Uraume. He laid you down, tucking the blanket over you with more force than necessary, as though trying to hide the gentleness of the act.

“Stay there.”

He left for a moment, and soon he returned with a small clay vial. He uncorked it, the bitter, herbal scent immediately making your nose wrinkle.

“Medicine,” Sukuna said simply, holding it out.

You shook your head, voice hoarse. “It smells awful…”

His gaze sharpened. “Drink it, or I’ll hold your nose shut and pour it down your throat.”

When you hesitated still, he growled, sliding one hand behind your neck to tilt your head up. His other hand brought the vial to your lips. “Open. Now.”

You listened, swallowing the foul liquid with a grimace. He smirked faintly, satisfaction flickering in his eyes. “Atta girl.”

The medicine’s taste lingered bitter on your tongue, but warmth spread in your chest. Sukuna brushed his thumb against your temple, almost absentminded.

“Sleep,” he ordered, sitting cross-legged beside the futon. His crimson gaze glowed faint in the lantern light. “I’ll be here.”

Your lashes fluttered shut, exhaustion pulling you under, but not before you heard his last words, spoken quieter than the rest, almost gruff with something he’d never name:

“I’ll keep watch. Rest, little one.”

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Bloody Sword

18+ content

In which you're on your period, and Sukuna can think of a couple of ways to help

word count: ~2.9k

tags: heian!Sukuna, soft Sukuna, afab reader, true form Sukuna, period cramps, hormones all over the place, fingering, period sex, piv, strawberry creampies lol, belly bulges, crying, blood as lube, praise, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, intimate, he goes feral, blood hungry man (literally), he's a little out of character.

Sukuna had left the shrine two weeks ago.

He hadn’t told you exactly where he was going, only that it was “business”. That was typical of him. He wasn’t one for explanations. One moment he was standing there, and the next he was walking out the gates, the sound of his voice still echoing in your head: Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.

You hadn’t thought much of it then. He left often enough, and though you always missed him, the shrine usually felt safe with Uraume around. But the timing couldn’t have been worse.

Three days ago the cramps started. The next day, you had to change your robes due to blood leaking through, fucking heavy flow. Getting those stains out is gonna be a pain in the ass. You were curled up in blankets, miserable, your stomach twisting, your back aching and you craved every dessert possible.

Today's morning you were weak and sore and tired of your own body betraying you.

The futon felt like both a refuge and a trap. You shifted from one side to the other, blanket pulled tight over you, trying to find a position that didn’t make you want to groan. Your stomach hurt. Your lower back throbbed. And, of course, you missed him. His presence always filled the shrine, and without him, the silence pressed too heavy on your chest.

Uraume was attentive, checking in often, bringing you tea and food which you often left out, always feeling bloated. You also hated how short tempered you become at this time, trying your best to not let it out on those poor maids.

They were gentle, brushing your hair, playing soothing melodies, reciting poems, or leaving you when you felt overwhelmed.

But you wanted Sukuna’s bluntness, his presence. You wanted the way he would mock you and then still do everything to make you feel better anyway. He would scoff about how weak human bodies were, how fragile, how inconvenient, and yet still keep you close while he carried out his duties.

When the shrine doors finally slid open that evening, the sound jolted you upright, your heart leaping in your chest.

Sukuna stepped inside his private chamber, his figure broad against the dim light outside. His haori was dusted faintly with dirt, his expression sharp as always, but his eyes swept the room quickly before landing on you.

You must have looked a sight. Paler, hair messy, your kosode dishelved. His brows furrowed as he walked closer, each step deliberate.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked, voice rough, though there was concern under it. You pulled the blanket higher over your chest. “Nothing,” you said flatly. His gaze narrowed. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying. Why are you even here, Don't you have “business” to take care of?” you snapped, the words sharper than you meant. Your cramps had made you bitter.

He stopped in front of you, narrowing his eyes. His gaze sharpened, and then you saw it, the way his nostrils flared slightly. A knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“So that’s it.” His voice dropped, almost amused.

Ugh, what is his problem, “Don’t- don’t say it like that.” He scoffed, “You thought I wouldn’t notice? Foolish woman.” Before you could throw a pillow at him, his voice snapped out. “Uraume.”

They appeared almost instantly, bowing. “Yes, my lord?” “Tea. For cramps. And a heated cloth,” Sukuna ordered without hesitation, his crimson eyes never leaving you. “Yes, my lord.” Uraume slipped away soundlessly.

You groaned, pulling the blanket over your face. “You don't have to.” Sukuna crouched down beside you, “You’re too stubborn.” His hand reaching out to brush back the messy strands of hair sticking to your forehead. His touch was rough, but his palm stayed.

“You’ve been suffering here alone, haven’t you?” His voice was lower now, quieter. You mumbled into the blanket, “I didn’t want to bother you…”

“Idiot,” he muttered, the word carrying more worry than anger.

When Uraume returned, they carried a tray with a steaming cup and a folded cloth soaked in warm water. Sukuna took the tea himself, dismissing Uraume with a nod. He moved the cup toward you.

“Drink,” he said. You hesitated, the bitter smell making you wrinkle your nose. “It's too hot,” you replied. “Always so whiny,” he shook his head.

Setting it aside, he reached for the heated cloth. “Move your hands,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. You hesitated, but before you could protest, Sukuna was already tugging at your obi.

You felt the tension around your waist ease as he slipped the sash just high enough to part the layers around your middle.

The sudden brush of cool air against your stomach made you tense, and Sukuna’s eyes flicked up to you. “Relax,” he muttered, as if you were being difficult on purpose.

He pressed the heated cloth against your bare skin. The warmth spread instantly, sinking deep into the ache that had been twisting your insides all day. A sigh escaped your lips before you could stop it. your shoulders falling as the tension eased.

Sukuna’s mouth twitched. You felt the movement behind you, the wall caught his back with a soft thud as he settled there comfortably. His legs slid forward on either side of you, caging you in. The space suddenly felt smaller, warmer, filled with his presence and the calming sound of his breathing behind your ear.

The cloth was almost too warm at first, but his hand kept it steady against your stomach. His other lower hand rested at your waist, thumb brushing absentminded.

His upper arm slid around your shoulders and drew you back gently until your back pressed fully against his front. You could feel the slow rise and fall of his chest.

His other hand pressed into the futon beside you. You were completely surrounded, he was just so big.

You curled toward him instinctively, resting your head against his chest. “See? You’d fall apart without me.” His voice was smug.

“Or maybe I’d finally get some peace,” you muttered, though the words lacked conviction as you relaxed under the warmth. Sukuna leaned closer, his lips brushing your ear. “You’ve been waiting for me. Admit it.”

You turned your head for a second. “Maybe I just missed the noise. The shrine’s too quiet without you stomping around.”

He laughed, the sound sending vibrations through you. Every shift you made was followed by the subtle drag of his palm along your waist. He was too close.

At first, it was comforting, his warmth, the reassurance of his return. But then his hand started slipping lower, resting between your thighs. You tensed. “Sukuna,” you muttered, warning clear in your tone, but he didn’t pull away.

“Hm?” He breathed. Heat shot through your cheeks. “… what are you doing?”

A pause, “Trying to ease your pain.” His hand tightened. You turned your head slightly, trying to look at him, but his crimson gaze burned straight through your excuses. “It’s gross,” you argued, embarrassed with millions of thoughts running wild in your head.

He pressed you further into him, the heated cloth sliding to the side until it hit the floor. His lower set of arms held your legs open for him, “As if some blood could make me turn from you.” Your chest tightened. You wanted to tell him to stop, but you would be lying if you said you didn't miss him, and you really needed some relief. Your willpower never was strong, was it? The fight slipping out of you as his hands dipped lower.

“I said no-” Your protest broke halfway into a whimper. You buried your face in your collar. “Just let me.” he murmured Holding your face in his left hand, craning your head to look at him, closing the gap between your mouths in a deep kiss. He sighed into the kiss.

Looks like you weren't the only one affected by his absence.

He's gonna be the death of you. Always getting what he wants, and right now he wants his fingers spreading your folds, blood coating them, making an awfully wet sound. What a tease, running his finger up and down at a pace that has you melting. You want more, and he's taking his sweet time.

Your hips involuntarily move against his rough palm, desperate for more friction. "Impatient, are we?" he pulled away and you almost whined at the loss. A sudden sharp cramp had your hand flying up to his bicep, scratching at anything you can grab. "If you don't stop your fucking teasing I swear I'll- Ngh!" He quickly shut you up with his finger prodding at your dripping hole. "Yeah alright."

The wet sloppy sounds that where coming out of your pussy had his pupils dilating, gathering more of your juices and smearing it all over your puffy folds, going faster and faster. He would never admit it but seeing your blood mix with your sweet slick had him salivating. All he's thinking of right now is the moment he will taste the iron when he licks up all the mess you will make once he's done with you.

His face lowered until you could feel his heavy breath against your ear. "Always worrying that pretty little head of yours," He bites your ear, letting out shallow breaths. You can feel his growing erection under you. He pulls away the already loose Obi around your chest, letting your kosode fall open. And he wastes no time rolling your nipple between his fingers. "I'll make you forget it all. "His middle finger is now bullying its way into your entrance. "f-fuck", well, you're soaking wet so it didn't take that much effort. Another finger goes in your hole swallowing it.

His palm is rubbing against your swollen clit while his fingers are pumping in you. Your stomach is tightening. You need it so bad. "Mmm, Sukunaa." Your eyes are fluttering, its getting harder to keep them open the more his fingers work you open. Your hips bucking up.

"Come on baby" His fingers are knuckles deep by now hitting places your own fingers could never. Your pussy is dripping on the floor, and he has you holding your breath, his fingers moving at a speed that has your eyes rolling back.

You should've known that Sukuna wouldn't just give you any ordinary orgasm. You could feel his lips smiling before you feel a foreign sensation, too wet, too soft. "o-oh my god" you look down and see a mouth formed on the palm of his hand, its tongue licking you up, sucking your clit. It was too much!

"Theere we go" God he's driving you insane. His lower arms spread your legs further apart. "Looks like this pretty pussy missed me too, huh" Throwing you head back, your thighs start to shiver, "shut uup, mmmfh!" you let out muffled moans as you finally get your sweet release.

His hand mouth still rolling your throbbing clit, riding out your orgasm. "w-wait, it too much-" hand flying down to his, trying your best to pry it away. He pulls away as soon as you feel your eyes start to sting.

You slump against him, your body still trembling, You catch a glimpse of his hand pulling away from your sensitve pussy with a clear string connecting it before it snaps! Your eyelids grow heavy, exhaustion starting to pull at you, but it doesn’t last.

He moves again, manhandling you, rotating you so you're facing him before laying you down on your back. "You didn't think I'm done with you, didya?" You look up at him and your breath catches. He looks feral, pupils blown wide, gaze locked onto you like a predator that’s already caught its prey. Shit, you might've biten off more than you can chew.

"Thought about you the whole time I was away," your heart flutters, untying the knot of his hakama that has a visible wet spot where his tips are, slipping down, you see that familiar dark trail you oh so love. His pants finally all the way down, and god you will never get used to his cocks.

Heavy, raging hot and dripping precum all over his thigh, bulging with veins and those black bands he has. You're drooling at the sight, hand traveling down towards them but he's quicker. Gaze snapping to yours he holds them against your stomach, restraining you with one hand. He looks intimidating from where you lay, and it only fuels you on.

"What, warrior doesn't wanna bloody his swords?" you giggle, wrapping your legs around his waist pulling him in. "Always running your mouth." Oh he loves how you're getting impatient, trying to egg him on, so cute. Before you know it, his lower hands catch the back of your knees, pushing your thighs to your chest.

He teases your folds with the fat girth of his bottom cock, smearing your juices all over his tip, dipping into your hole, then he's bullying his way into your tight entrance. He's letting out a shaky breath as he guides it in, watching you swallow him inch by inch. "nngh- so big, Kuna." he just keeps going deeper, you feel so full already.

He looks up at you like he can’t quite believe you’re real, you're so beautiful underneath him he thinks, taking him so well. Leaning down he catches your lips in a deep open mouth kiss. Drinking up your moans as he slowly rocks his hips. Biting your lip between his teeth, feeling his sharp canines.

He stays close when he pulls back just slightly, forehead brushing yours. "Fuuck, I missed this pussy so fucking much" he sighs. His crimson eyes catch yours "I missed you" he whispers before diving back into kissing you, His forearms frame you carefully, holding you there.

God, your heart can't handle this, you're blushing so hard, saying sappy shit like that! Something in your chest tightens and tears start to form. Your blame it on your hormones, ugh, this is embarrassing. Trying your best to stop them from spilling, but its hard when his cock is drilling into you so lovingly with his palm cradling your face, drowning out your moans in sloppy kisses.

Sukuna tastes the saltiness on his lips and his brows furrow, pulling away. "I'm fine" you reassure.

"Heh- That good, huh?" he laughs, wiping your tears with the back of his hand before he shifts, sitting on his heel, resting your leg on his shoulder. Fully taking in the sight of you split open on his cock. And with every thrust, he can see exactly how deep he's in.

His hand mindlessly presses where he sees a bulge, "Can you feel me…here?" the pressure has you squeezing him impossibly tighter, forcing groans out of him. His pace was relentless, bruising your walls. Some strands sticking to his forehead, hair tousled, how can he get any hotter? sometimes it pisses you off!

"So- mmfh, fucking perfect" His grip on you only tightens, wet squelches with every slam of his hips, precum coating his base. He promised to make your forget about all your worries, and he's making sure he fulfills his promise.

It's getting harder to think about anything except the way his upper cock is rubbing deliciously against your clit while the other is kissing your cervix, grazing that spot that has your eyes rolling back, gasping for air. It doesn't help that he knows exactly how to work you. Every spot that has you moaning extra loud.

"K-kuna 'm so closee, please" you're a mumbling mess, mind hazy, all you can see, hear, and feel is Sukuna. His own breaths are getting shakier, and his thrusts sloppier. He won't last any longer either. Your hand finds his, interlocking, "I-inside" you manage to get out as your orgasm hits you hard, fluttering around him, toes curling, squeezing his hand, whining his name.

He's fucking you through every bit of it, relishing in your fucked out expression. "So fucking good for me, oh fuuuck" His brows furrow, mouth parting, and a faint high pitched moan before he's flooding your battered walls with his thick warm cum, and all over your stomach, a spurt reaching your tits. There's so much it starts to spill out, mixing with your blood, flowing down your ass, you feel so full, too full.

You're both out of breath. The exhaustion catches up to him, he just got back from demolishing an entire village to fucking your stupid. Sukuna collapses on top of you, burying himself in your neck, still inside you, plugging up your pussy.

It's getting harder to breathe, however. "Get off, now we're both covered in cum." You exhale but too exhausted to do anything about it. "mmh see, always whining". He pulls away a second later. Holy shit, your eyes widen, his lower abdomen looks like a massacre.

"Oh god, look at this" You lowkey forgot you're menstruating mid fuck. "Didn't think it would be that messy" You give him a guilty look, which is gone in a second when you see his satisfied smirk at the sight. That sick bastard, you know he wanted to do this more than ever.

He pulls out, and it all comes flowing out, the sensation has your stomach tightening. "Fuck, didn't think it would be this good." Sukuna grabs your discarded robes wiping the cum that got on him. "I could get used to that" he's already thinking of all the positions he could put you in.

"Okayy, let's not get ahead of ourselves."

…

You proceeded to enjoy a nice hot bath, a fulfilling dinner, and the best sleep of your life.

A/N

This took me 3 periods to complete because i was too cranky to write. He's so jghjghvsd, ugh i need him. Please let me know if the scenes feel rushed, or if they dont make sense. I'm always open for constructive criticism. Thank you for reading!

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