You and coworker!Sukuna hook up after your company’s annual holiday party, and accidenly join your work zoom meeting from the same room the next morning…
a/n sorry this is a bit late for kinktober. also sorry its longer than i expected and not proof read. but anyway please enjoy some soft kuna !
The rented out bar glowed with dim, orange-hued lights, casting a warm glow across the open space.
Strings of fake cobwebs caught the gleam from the overhead bulbs, adding a playful touch of spookiness to the atmosphere. Music thumped softly, carrying the energy of everyone letting loose after months of grueling deadlines and meetings.
You finally walked in, adjusting your vampire-esque outfit: a sleek black dress that stopped just above your knees, with a thigh-high slit hinting at the allure beneath. The subtle bite-mark makeup at your neck added a tantalizing touch, making it work-appropriate yet provocative enough to ensure a certain someone’s attention.
But Sukuna’s attention was already always on you.
From the moment he saw you, his dark eyes flicked over you like they usually did whenever you casually approached him. The devilish horns on his headband matched his smirk. It was oddly fitting for him. Silly and very low effort for the occasion.
And there was that oh-so familiar glint in his gaze that always made your stomach flip. He leaned back against the bar, drink in hand, his presence drawing you right toward him.
“Finally decided to grace us with your presence,” Sukuna, the most attractive man you’d ever laid eyes on, teases you. His voice was as grumbly as ever. Clearly, he didn’t want to be here after working hours. But seeing you walking through the doors? It was all worth it. “I was beginning to think the vampire would skip the party.”
You scoff, gesturing to your other drunken coworkers scattered across the bar. Some were dancing awkwardly while others sat and chatted about work. A few were quietly on their phones, their thumbs tapping away unsure of how to socialize.
“And miss out on this?” you laugh. Sukuna’s own laughter mirrors yours, his gaze following your gesture, taking in the scene with amusement. “Just get me a drink already.”
“Way ahead of you, sweetheart.” Sukuna slid a glass your way that the bartender had just put down. He must have ordered it, knowing you were on your way. The idea of being thought of by him had a blush cascading your cheeks.
It’s true, you were always the first thing on his mind.
Sukuna watches you closely as you take a sip, dark eyes focused on the way your lips parted to catch the edge of the glass, your exposed neck thrown back as you nearly down the liquor. The movement was borderline hypnotic, and he found himself captivated by your side profile.
“These are on the company card tonight, right?”
Sukuna’s chest rumbled with a chuckle, already turning to order you both more drinks. And shots. For good measure. “That’s right. We better make ‘em count then.”
This was the usual dynamic between you two. You were essentially “work besties,” for lack of a better term. Neither of you took the job very seriously, despite your skills. You often found yourselves in meetings where you were called out for chatting too much. He would frequently text you on the side, sharing his observations about the manager’s appearance or recounting amusing anecdotes from conversations with other coworkers.
So it was only natural that you clung to each other at stupid events like this. He’d quickly become the reason you looked forward to work in the morning. And as for Sukuna, the reason he would wake up at all most days.
Though he’d never tell you all that, of course.
Several rounds of god knows what kind of drinks later, and you and Sukuna found yourselves tucked back in the corner of the bar in some random booth. The holiday party had somehow gown rowdy now that everyone had loosened up.
You could say that about yourself too. Sukuna caught the way your cheeks flushed a faint pink now, quite the cute effect of a couple of shots, he must admit.
But mostly, he couldn’t help but notice the way your work-appropriate outfit had begun to betray itself as the night stretched on. Or maybe you didn’t care so much to worry about how you looked.
But your dress rode up well past your thighs now, not bothering to keep tugging it down anymore. The cardigan you had draped over it was lost somewhere now. Your collarbones and subtle cleavage were plain as day now.
A god damn succubus is what Sukuna decided you were dressed as tonight.
His arm draped over the back of the booth behind you. Not close enough to be deemed inappropriate for coworkers, but enough for you to shrink under the weight of his proximity. He smelled fucking divine, you thought.
Oh, your hair came undone as well he noticed, draping over one side of your face. Fuck, Sukuna was in trouble.
He thought he might say something he’d regret before he caught you sighing. Just quiet enough where he almost didn’t catch it. Your chin rested softly in your palm.
“You alright?” Sukuna nudged you, setting his glass down and giving you his full attention. He’d had enough to drink. You looked so pretty right now, he wanted to make sure he remembered it.
“It just-“ you stop yourself short. You weren’t plastered, but you were worried about sounding crazy to Sukuna in your slightly inebriated state. And having him be this close was not helping you think straight.
“Talk to me.”
You huff, staring out at the bar. “Just sucks when you know you don’t have someone waiting for you at home on a night like this.”
Sukuna’s eyes widened, his heart thudding lightly beneath his ribs. He felt it too. And yeah, it did suck. “Yeah… why else would I be wasting my time drinking with this lot.” He joked, eyeing your coworkers again.
But his eyes fell back on you right away. The way you blushed, the tips of your fingers tracing the rim of your class, a faint but sad smile etching across your lips.
You didn’t know what about the conversation made you shift. But you suddenly felt the need to be close to him. The primal need for connection and contact that you’d longed for these last few lonely years. But certainly you didn’t want that with just anyone, no.
Sukuna’s breath caught in his throat when you angled your body closer to his. Your thigh pressed against his under the table, and you dared turn your face to look right back at him, noses nearly brushing.
The man sucked in a breath. This was it. This was the moment he wanted. So without thinking much more, or rather before his mind could tell him otherwise, his tattooed hand reached up to cup your cheek and sealed his lips to yours.
It was the most gentle of touches you’d felt in forever. Heart fluttering under the soft pressure against your mouth, you sigh into it with a sudden relief. It’s like he could’ve sensed your need for some sort of contact in that moment.
You lean into him im hopes of reassuring his actions, hands hovering in your lap unsure of what to do with them right away, trapped in the shock of the moment.
But it’s this very hesitation that makes Sukuna pull away, nose to nose with you again. Breath heavy. “I’m sorry if I read that wrong. I know we’ve had a few drinks and I didn’t even ask-“
“Come back,” you whined, now confidently gripping his shirt collar and pulling him right back against you. Sukuna groaned this time into the much rougher kiss you initiated. He fell forward, hand reaching across your body and landing on the booth just beside your opposite thigh to catch himself, slightly caging you in.
You giggle into the kiss, the sound so sweet in Sukuna’s ears. If you weren’t at a work party, he’d be pressing your back against the booth already. Not that this wasn’t already unprofessional behavior. Though he doubted the drunkards running about the bar weren’t sparing you so much as a glance.
Your hands moved up to hold the sides of his neck, lips not once parting from his. Sukuna’s hand now rested against your hip, squeezing the meat of it just above your ass. The careful caress had your mouth parting, tongue sliding out to collide with his in a wet mess. You could feel the heat immediately coursing through your body. A low rumble emits from Sukuna’s throat when your nails trail along the nape of his neck.
“Shit,” he has to pull away for a moment, maintaining what little restraint he had. A string of saliva connected you both, sitting there forehead to forehead. “Too much?” He cocked an eyebrow at you.
You devilishly grin at his words. Ironically looking up at the devil horns now crooked atop his pink hair, you removed them and placed them on your own head. He watched your movement curiously. This was infatuation at its finest.
“Not enough, actually.”
A siren is now what he decides you are, your sweet voice pulling him to you. Your third costume of the night.
Sukuna took this as a green light. He hauled you up in his lap with a hidden strength you didn’t know existed. There you sat, not straddling, but sitting on top of him with your bottom pressing down against his clearly hardened cock confined in his slacks.
Your ears become hot at the feeling. You angled your body toward him again, his face nearly eye level with your cleavage now. He didn’t do much to hide his stare. Sukuna twitched pathetically in his pants as he thought about suffocating right between them. Or between your thighs. Anywhere you wanted him, quite frankly.
You realized very quickly how much you liked this side of Sukuna. A side you’d been so desperate to experience the more you got to know him.
Eventually, he tore his eyes away, chin tilted up at your face. You were glowing. An angel is officially what you were, shining before him despite the devil horns you perched upon your head. “You might be the death of me, woman.” He grunts before he could think.
This earns another sweet giggle from you. He looked so tender beneath you, so you can’t help yourself as you press soft kisses across the features on his face. You kissed his nose, his cheek, his temple while your nails traced the tattoos decorating his skin, skimming your fingertips over his eyebrows, down his jaw, all while your lips trailed to his ears.
Goosebumps raise on his tender skin just beneath your kitten licks and kisses. You trail further down his neck and eventually to his clavicle. At the same time, Sukuna felt you ever-so-gently rocking your hips as you perched in his lap. Not enough for anyone to notice in the dark bar, but plenty for him to feel.
Not an angel. Definitely the devil is what you were.
Holy shit was Sukuna rock solid in his jeans. If he didn’t know any better, he’d cum right here in his pants underneath you. “Don’t start something you’re not gonna finish,” Sukuna grumbled in a choked moan. He was teasing, but he said it with a subtle fear layered beneath it. Like maybe he was imagining things. That maybe this, you, the thing he’s been dreaming of, yearning for since the day you started working here, would be too good to be true.
“You know,” you purred, pulling away from his neck with a final peck. Your cunt clenched around nothing when Sukuna’s hand gripped your thigh in anticipation, awfully high, pinky just brushing your panties. “If you’re as scared as I am about going home to no one, I’ve got some shitty movies and more questionable decisions we can make together back at my place.”
Sukuna didn’t even bother answering you.
Instead, he nips at the fake bite mark on your neck in response. He drags you with him to stand from the booth, grabs your purse for you and slings it over his broad shoulder before grabbing your hand carefully in his.
Out the door you went without so much as a goodbye to your boss. Your sure it’ll be fine, though.
—
“Fuck!” You cry out as Sukuna buries himself to the hilt in your cunt. Your sopping for him at this point. Breasts spilling out of your bra, bouncing with each powerful movement of his hips, drawing in his hungry eyes. He was oh so drunk on you.
The sight above you is a vision of pure ecstasy. You lie with your back flat on the rumpled sheets, your body on fire. Sukuna kneels before you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with wet, squelching sounds that fill the room, a rhythm that perfectly matches your shared pace.
“D-don’t let go of me, Kuna,” you purr his name in a moment of vulnerability, itching to be under his skin.
“Fuck me,” Sukuna groans at your slick hole squeezing him tight. After this, he wasn’t sure letting you go would even be an option. “I’m right here, sweetheart. Pussy too good for me. So fucking tight around my cock.” He words make you cry out his name even louder.
One of his strong arms holds your thigh in a tight grip, pulling you closer and granting your wish. His other hand is a master of pleasure, tracing tight circles around your swollen clit. Your sticky arousal coats your tighs and his lower abdomen, needy body responding to him in a messy ordeal that that leaves you and him breathless.
How could you not be, with a view like this?
Sukuna’s shirt is caught between his teeth, his eyebrows furrowed in a mix of pleasure and pure concentration. His eyes, half-lidded with lust, are fixed on the way your body welcomes him, muscles clenching around him with each thrust.
“Mmm,” he’s humming in his throat now. Kissing a trail across your ankle that was carefully tossed over his shoulder. “I must’ve saved a country, gettin’ to fuck this pretty little body.”
Your face heats up at his admission. God, he knew just what to say to get you going. “Been want—no. Been n-needing you for so long,” you manage between breaths.
You think he looks incredibly attractive right now. The way he’s studying your body, his focus unyielding. But in Sukuna’s mind, nothing is more perfect than the woman beneath him right now. While your left believing his thoughts are trained on your body, he’s actually fighting the urge to cum.
He’s been trying to hold back the wave of pleasure that’s threatening to overwhelm him. Every wet squelch, every knock against your cervix, every cute whine that leaves your lips, is a test to not blow his load right there.
It’s the way you trust him completely with your body that has him on the edge. Earlier, you had to pry his mouth away from your cunt because Sukuna swore he could have stayed down there for hours, drinking you in. He made you cum twice before even considering taking you properly.
He’s obsessed with the sounds you make when you feel good—the little whimpers that sound like his name, the way you bite your lip and tilt your head to the side, your cheeks flushed and your mouth forming the sexiest little ‘o’ as you near your own peak.
That’s exactly the look you have right now, and Sukuna needs to get closer to you. To see up close how you’ll look when he draws your orgasm from you.
With a growl, Sukuna tears his shirt off, finally coming down over your body. You whine at the sudden change in pace, the deep, slow thrusts replacing the earlier rhythm. He’s hunching over you, taking your nipples into his mouth, lavishing them with attention, his face buried between them as if he’s been dreaming of this all night (he has been).
Then he’s burying his face in your neck, his thrusts slow but powerful. Each time he bottoms out, you moan softly in his ear, the sound sending shivers down his spine and making goosebumps form on his skin.
“Been dreaming about this the day you started working in that shitty office.” He’s mumbling more confessions into your skin, muffled and just barely audible.
Sukuna wraps two strong arms beneath your back, holding you two him now as he continues rocking into you. This new position and slow pace was awfully intimate compared to when he sat up earlier. Now? You could feel his heart beat matching yours against your almost naked chest.
“Do you mean that?” You struggle to get out. You haven’t felt this much pleasure in so long. All you could do was drag your nails against his skin for some relief.
“Yes. Every—shit you’re milking me woman—every fucking day. The only reason I—fuck—show up to work anymore.”
Shit, is your coworker making love to you? The slow pace continues as he leans up to look at you, his eyes wild and mirroring your own. You’re both staring at each other, lips parted, panting, just lost in the moment. Your cunt clenches at the emotional connection, and that draws a long, low moan from Sukuna’s lips.
On instinct you choose to swallow the moan with your own lips. Sure, you’d made out alot as you were leading him to your bedroom. But he hadn’t attempted to kiss you since he’d started to fuck you.
And you can honestly say you’d never had anyone kiss you so slowly and languidly in your life. It was like you both had all the time in the world. Tongues gently explored one anothers, swallowing eachother whole as you moaned into it, the steady movement of his hips against yours picking up now.
Your grip onto his biceps, and the contact nearly has him whining. What the fuck are you doing to him? He’s never been like this with anyone. Sure, maybe he was gentler with you, but now? He feels weak, pathetic, so in love…
Love? Is that what he’s been feeling this entire time? The realization overwhelms him, and he feels himself picking up pace even more. His arms tighten under you back, holding you to him as he begins to rut into you at a steady rhythm—fast enough to chase his release, but slow enough for you to reach your high as well.
“Gonna make me cum so fucking hard,” Sukuna’s is moaning against your lips now. “Gonna let me make this pretty pussy mine finally?”
“Yes yes yes!” you’re practically chanting at this point. “Fuck me faster, Kuna, please. Wanna cum for you.”
You just feel so good, and you look so pretty for him. He needs to cum in that tight little hole sooner rather than later, suddenly worried that you might up and leave him.
Your body tenses when he speeds up, and you feel the familiar build of your orgasm. “Sukuna!” you gasp, your voice a mix of pleasure and surprise. “I’m—” Your words are cut off as your orgasm crashes over you, your body convulsing with waves of pleasure. You cry out his name again and again, nails digging into his arms as you ride out the intensity of your release.
Sukuna feels your cunt clamp down on his cock, the rhythmic pulsing drawing him closer to the edge. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, his voice hoarse with desire. “Just like that. Don’t you dare let go of me either.”
With a final, deep thrust, Sukuna buries himself inside you, his body shivering as he comes undone. He groans your name, his release pulsing into you, stuffing you full completely with thick ropes of his cum. He collapses on top of you, his body shaking with the aftermath of his release.
For a moment, neither of you moves, your chests heaving as you try to catch your breath. Sukuna finally rolls off you, pulling you into his arms, his lips pressing soft kisses to your forehead.
“That was... life changing,” you murmur, your voice barely a whisper.
Sukuna nods, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your arm. “I’ve never felt this way before, you know. With anyone.”
You giggle at the way his face instantly blushes at your words. Truly soft Sukuna was a sight to see. He speaks up again when that familiar grin forms on your lips. “If you make fun of me right now I’ll kill you. And nobody at the office will ask what happened to you.”
This makes you full on laugh, head dropping into his neck to contain yourself. He doesn’t join you in laughter, but you can feel his smile against your hair, hands sliding lovingly down your back and over the swell of your ass.
“I didn’t even say anything!” you protest once your laughter dies down. “It’s okay. I feel the same.”
Sukuna leans over, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. It’s sweet and gentle and tastes just like him. You let a comfortable silence fill the room before speaking again. “I’m glad we didn’t have to go home alone.”
Sukuna didn’t need to answer. He pulls you back down onto him, threading his fingers through your hair in a soft grip. One that said he wasn’t letting go of you ever. And he held you like that until you drifted off to sleep.
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The soft hum of the coffee maker fills the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air. You stand at the counter, dressed in Sukuna's oversized t-shirt and a pair of panties, your hair slightly disheveled from the night before.
Sukuna leans against the opposite counter, his eyes locked on you, a smirk playing on his lips. He's wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung sweatpants, his tattooed arms crossed over his chest. The intensity of his gaze makes your heart flutter, and you can't help but feel a rush of nerves.
As you pour the coffee into two mugs, Sukuna pushes off from the counter and strides towards you, moving before his mind could catch up.
He stops behind you, hands resting on your lower stomach, pulling you back against him. You can feel the heat of his body, the hard planes of his chest pressing against your back.
"Morning, sweetheart," he murmurs, breath hot against your ear. His lips capture yours in a deep, lingering kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with a familiarity from last night that sends shivers down your spine. His hands roam over your body, tracing the curves of your hips, your waist, your breasts, as if he can't get enough of you.
You melt against his embrace. It’s like your body responds to his touch almost in an instant. The nerves that had been gnawing at you since he stayed the night dissipate, replaced by a sense of rightness and security. This feels so good, so perfect, so... you.
Sukuna pulls away slightly. His eyes searching your with his forehead pressed against your own. "You know," he begins almost too serious. "I want to take you on a real date. Just you and me. No work and no distractions this time."
Your heart skips a beat. "Yeah, I’d like that," you whisper, a soft smile playing on your lips.
But before either of you can say more, a sudden realization hits you both at the mention of work. Your eyes widen as you remember the work Zoom meeting scheduled for today. Fridays are your remote days, and you've both completely forgotten about the call.
"Shit," you mutter, your hands flying to your mouth. "Our morning meeting! It starts in two fucking minutes!"
Sukuna's eyebrows furrow, a look of subtle stress crossing his face. "Fuck, you're right. Thank god I brought my work bag."
In a flurry of motion, you both scramble to grab your laptops, your movements awfully clumsy. You rush back to the kitchen table, trying to fix your appearances as best you could. Sukuna runs a hand through his tousled hair after retrieving a shirt while you quickly pull yourself together. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
As you both log onto the call with pounding chests, you realize with a start that you have the same fucking background. Your eyes go wide with disbelief. How could you have been so careless?
The teasing starts almost immediately. Your coworkers, oh how much you loved (hated) those people, instantly see the familiar living room behind you both on the screen. Naturally they begin to question why you and Sukuna curiously had the same exact setup.
"Hey, aren't you two supposed to be remote today?" one coworker chimes in, a rather annoying smirk on their face.
Another chuckles, "Looks like someone had a sleepover!"
A few more join in, their comments ranging from playful to slightly more suggestive. But then, one coworker's remark toward you is less than kind, causing a stir in the group chat.
"Guess we know why she was always so chummy with you at work," they snide in a tone laced with disapproval.
Sukuna's expression darkens in a way it never has before. A scowl so deep etches itself across his face. He unmutes himself, his voice firm with the intent to shut everyone up. "You got anymore fucking questions for her?” he growls, his eyes flashing. "It's none of your business where we are or what we're doing. And if you have a problem with it, you can take it up with HR. Now, are we gonna talk about work or are you all still too hungover?”
The room falls silent. Sukuna wasn’t one to speak out often. So when he did, they knew he was serious. His hand suddenly finds your leg under the table, his fingers stroking your skin in a soothing, possessive gesture. He pulls you closer while still remaining on his own screen.
You sigh into his touch, trying your best to hide your smile. The rest of the meeting passes in a blur, the two of you lost in your own world, hands entwined and bodies pressed close the whole time.
As soon as the meeting ends, Sukuna slams both of your laptops shut with a satisfying click. He stands up, his eyes locking on yours. "I'm taking you back to bed before I quit this dumb ass job," he declares.
Before you can respond, he sweeps you up into his arms, throwing you over his shoulder with a playful growl. You laugh, your arms wrapping around his waist as he carries you back to the bedroom, ready to pick up where you left off.
⋆˚࿔ modern!au sukuna as your boyfriend is the type of guy who…
✶ sends you random memes he finds in tiktok comments and he finds them hilarious
✶ swears he doesn’t care but if you don’t text him back he’ll spam your phone with random messages
✶ plays video games with his friends on his ps5 and deadass starts to lose it because gojo keeps messing around and making them lose
✶ eventually he kicks him out and they ACTUALLY win a round 😭
✶ pretends he doesn’t like the movies you pick for movie night but ends up liking them in the end
✶ will go to the shop even if its the middle of the night to buy snacks for himself and even for you (acts annoyed when you ask but you know he likes to mess around)
✶ sometimes overhears something while he’s waiting for an order and immediately texts you about it or tells you at home
✶ conclusion: he’s perfect i fear
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yes i did draw that cat kuna hehe
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