husband!Sukuna is the type to wrap himself around you and big spoon you so tightly at night, that you wake up drenched in sweat, with tingling of pins and needles in your legs compressed between his, and his soft breaths tickling your neck.
husband!Sukuna is the type to actually wake up at 6 am just to feed your clumsy little cat, who somehow prefers him over you (she thinks Sukuna is her big biological cat mother).
husband!Sukuna is the type to pretend to be full when you’re eyeing his food at the restaurant, just to hunt down the fridge later at 3 am and finish all your meal prep for the week.
husband!Sukuna is the type to pick you up by the waist in a large crowd and hold you that way for a few moments, just so you can see what’s happening in the front.
husband!Sukuna is the type to pretend he’s getting annoyed by you tracing his tattoos, but he secretly loves it so much that he finds excuses to want a ‘massage’ just to have your hands on him after a long day at work.
husband!Sukuna is the type to flick your forehead when you’re disturbing his sleep, just to plant a peck on the spot right after you glare at him.
husband!Sukuna is the type to bring home a random assortment of Lush bath bombs ‘for you’, just to find an excuse to use the extra ones himself.
husband!Sukuna is the type to stare at your face, looking up like a little puppy for the entire hour you’re helping him touch up his roots because he loves getting pampered.
husband!Sukuna is the type who walks around at home wearing only boxers, to the point that the neighbour from the opposite building never opens their curtains anymore.
husband!Sukuna is the type to trigger your anger because he knows your weak spots and loves it when you get mad at him (it turns him on)
husband!Sukuna is the type to keep damaging too many locks and door handles around the house because he accidentally uses too much force to open them to impatiently get to you.
husband!Sukuna is the type to try a new recipe he learned and force feed it to you, even if it has terrible seasoning ratios, because he wants your honest feedback (he just wants you to not skip meals)
husband!Sukuna is the type to not want kids, but secretly wants to see your pregnant belly someday after seeing you handle his annoying niece surprisingly well.
husband!Sukuna is the type to lounge around you between his sets at the gym, waiting to slap any creepy man who looks at his wife with bad intentions.
husband!Sukuna is the type to secretly memorize the name of the setting powder you ran out of, just to cluelessly stand in Sephora while the staff insists on helping him (he wants to tell you he found it himself later)
husband!Sukuna is the type to carry you bridal style to your room while you’re passed out from fever medications and stroke your hair with his big hands, accidentally knotting a few strands.
husband!Sukuna is the type to end the evening by laying his big head on your belly, mumbling in his sleep, because he says he loves the warmth but he secretly just loves getting babied by you.
a/n: not proofread!
+1 i unhealthily yearn for a yearner like soft sukuna plssssss lordddddd 😩
♡ You wake up from anesthesia and forget Sukuna is your boyfriend
You Get Your Wisdom Teeth Out
Sukuna’s in the waiting room when the nurse comes out looking stressed. “Your girlfriend’s awake. Good luck.”
He finds you in the recovery chair and you immediately point at him “You”
He crosses his arms, already bracing himself for whatever’s about to happen.
“You’re that guy from my dreams.” You squint at him like “Are you real or am I hallucinating again?”
“Again?” His eyebrow raises, genuinely curious now.
You try to stand up. He pushes you back down with one hand on your shoulder.
You gasp “Did you just TOUCH me?”
“We’re dating.” He says it flatly, wondering how much of this conversation you’re actually going to remember.
“We are?”
He pulls out his phone, already recording, because there’s no way in hell he’s not documenting this.
“WAIT.” You’re staring at him now, dead serious “I have to tell you something important.”
“What.” He’s still recording, trying to keep the phone steady while you gather your thoughts at the speed of a sedated sloth.
“I’m in a relationship.” You announce
“With me.”
“Nooo with…. ” You stop. Process “Oh shit, you’re right. Oh my god. I have a hot boyfriend and nobody told me?”
He’s trying not to laugh, his shoulders shaking slightly as he keeps the camera trained on your face.
You start crying, and he has no idea what triggered this. “You’re so beautiful it makes me angry.”
“What?” He’s completely lost the thread of this conversation.
You’re tearing up more now, “Like it’s not fair. I wanna bite you.”
“You wanna what?” He definitely heard you wrong. There’s no way…
“BITE you. Like a little bite. On the arm. Can I bite you?” You’re dead serious, looking at his arm like it’s a three course meal.
“No.” He says it firmly, the same tone he’d use on a misbehaving dog.
You’re fully sobbing now “You don’t love me anymore.”
“Okay, okay, you can bite me later.”
Damage control mode activated.
You stop crying immediately, like someone flipped a switch. “Really?”
“Sure.”
“You promise?” You hold out your pinky, very solemn about this sacred vow.
“I promise.” He links his pinky with yours
“Okay good.” You wipe your face with the back of your hand “I’m gonna bite you sooo good.”
He gets you to the car.
You’re staring out the window now, transfixed. “The trees are moving really fast.” You say
“That’s because we’re driving.” He’s keeping his eyes on the road, but he can see you in his peripheral vision, tracking the trees like a cat watching birds.
“No I think they’re chasing us.”Your voice is rising in pitch, genuine panic setting in.
“They’re not….”
“DRIVE FASTER THEY’RE GAINING ON US.”
You’re gripping the door handle now, looking behind you like you’re in a high speed chase.
When you get home you won’t let go of his arm, clinging to it with both hands like he’s a life raft.
He’s trying to steer you toward the couch, which is difficult when you’re actively anchored to his bicep.
You look at him all sincere and stupid with your chipmunk cheeks. “I love you. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
His lips twitch like he’s trying not to smile.
“Go to sleep,” he mutters, setting you on the couch.
“I love you too” he says when you’re asleep, drooling on his shoulder.
You wake up hours later, mouth dry and head fuzzy. Sukuna shows you the video.
You watch, face getting progressively redder with each passing second.
“Delete that right now.”
“Absolutely not” He’s absolutely loving this, the bastard, barely containing his smirk.
You throw a pillow at his head with more force than necessary.
He catches it one handed, still smiling like an asshole.
A/n: Your Reblogs and comments are appreciated 🫶🏻✨
Sukuna watches you sleep and smirks a little because apparently, even your subconscious knows how to keep him in line.
CW. art by @akuratsuna-00 ┈ established relationship / soft, apologetic sukiboo
Sukuna nuzzles into your hair, breathing you in, and wraps an arm tight around your waist. You’re warm, soft, and dead asleep against his chest.
A quiet smile pulls at his lips when you mumble, “Sukuna…”
“Mhm?” he hums, half-asleep.
“…you fucking piece of shit.”
His eyes snap open and his smile falters into a puzzled frown. He's staring blankly at the wall in pure disbelief.
Sukuna looks at you and blinks. "Me?"
He can’t believe it.
You, the soft and timid girlfriend who avoids conflict at all costs, are sleep talking your pent up frustration. The same girlfriend who has never sworn around him just cursed him the hell out like you've been holding it in for years.
Beside him, you sigh in your sleep and keep going.
“Can’t even… pick up after yourself,” you mumble while your brows twitch faintly. “Always expectin’… me to do unpaid labor.”
His mouth parts. “Baby, that’s—”
“Never had a messy house,” you murmur, snuggling closer to him. “Until you. Feels like… a thankless job.”
His lips press into a thin line. That heavy, unfamiliar feeling settles in his chest. Sukuna slowly rolls onto his back, one arm tucked under his head, and blankly stares up at the dark ceiling.
He doesn’t sleep after that. Not even a minute. Instead, he lies there wide awake, replaying every habit, every mess, and every time he said: "I’ll clean it later."
When you wake up the next morning, the house is spotless, and a warm cup of coffee waits for you on the table. Your gaze shifts to your boyfriend, who is busy doom scrolling on his phone, while his other hand's wrapped around his own mug.
When he notices you, he glances up and mutters a short greeting, “Hey.”
His tone makes you frown. “Uh… hi?”
You walk up behind him, arms slipping around his neck as you kiss the top of his head. “You don’t sound okay.”
He exhales slowly, then sets his phone down. After a pause, he asks quietly, “You’d tell me if things weren’t okay with us, right?”
You blink. “Of course..?”
He turns fully toward you, resting his forehead against your stomach. "And we promise we'd sort things out right away."
Sukuna's hands slide gently up and down your bare thighs, almost unsure if it's the right thing to do in the moment.
“So... I'll start by saying I'm sorry, and I didn’t mean to make you feel like that,” he says softly.
You gently smooth his hair, utterly confused with what he meant. “Baby, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“…You called me a fucking—” your eyes slowly grow wide. “Piece of—” you swallow hard, already guessing the next word in your head. “Shit.” Your mouth falls open in shock.
When he looks up, you notice the dark circles under his eyes.
“Creative swear combo, I’ll give you that,” he says with a bitter laugh. "But holy fuck did that sting.”
You stare at him intently with furrowed brows. “I would never say that to you.”
“You did,” he replies quietly. “In your sleep.”
Your jaw drops in shock that you immediately crouch down in front of him, meeting his eye level as you cup his face and start apologizing over and over.
“Oh my god. I’m so sorry,” you rush out. “I don’t even know why I said that. I swear I never meant—”
He studies you for a moment, then grabs your hands and press soft kisses into them.
“You weren’t wrong though,” he admits. “I was being a slob.”
You blink, then glance around the spotless house. “…Did I say something about the house?”
“Mhm,” he hums while absentmindedly fiddling with your fingers. “I’m sorry I didn’t do my part with the chores.” Then he hesitates with a frowning. “I understand if you wanna leave m–"
“Leave you?!” you gasp in shock. “I would never leave you!”
Sukuna’s head snaps up, just as stunned. “But you said living with me feels like a thankless job.”
“I said that?!” Horror flashes across your face. "No way... did I grow balls overnight?"
You both pause, staring at each other in silence. After a moment, you start chuckling together.
“You got me fucked up,” he mutters as he pulls you in closer. “Got me losing sleep and shit.”
You giggle as you plant kisses all over his face. "I'm sorry my sleep talking kept you up."
Sukuna even clicks his tongue as he shakes his head with a grin, "You like that, don't you? Having me wrapped around your little finger."
Days and weeks passed, and the house stays clean. Sukuna did stay true to his word: the house is always spotless, he picks up after himself, and most of all, he keeps you stress-free and well-fucked.
And sometimes, when he watches you sleep, he smirks a little because apparently, even your subconscious knows how to keep him in line.
Series Masterlist | part 1 part 2 part 3 + jjk masterlist
summary: you realize you’ve bit off more than you can chew the moment the campus frat legend sukuna asks you to come up to his room. you've talked a big game all night, but what happens when he finds out it’s your first time?
18+ content: fratboy sukuna x virgin reader, out of character sukuna, smut, loss of virginity, lots of fluff, minimal hurt + lots of comfort, cunnilingus, flirting, fingering, blowjobs. 4.6k wc
a/n: art by hunnismoker on twt!
“woah—hey! seminar!”
you’d recognize that unruly head of pink hair anywhere. perpetually fastened underneath a ballcap like always.
you turn a little faster than you should, jostling the plastic solo cup you’ve been curled into for the past hour. sukuna looks right at home, backwards hat on like always, sweatpants slung low and easy on his hips now that you think about it, wasn’t this his frat house?
he waltzes into the kitchen and circles the island to lean next to you, hip against cold granite. his cologne must be doing something to the nerve endings in your brain, because all that comes out of you is a quiet, painfully deadpanned:
“…what?”
he laughs, nose crinkling in that sexy way you definitely haven’t thought about every day for the past 3 months. you’re barely given time to respond before a tattooed hand reaches forward and plucks the cup from your clammy hand, downing the last of whatever cheap liquor you were too nervous to finish anyway.
you watch, awestruck like a deer in headlights. taking in the way his throat bobs when he swallows. how he wipes the corner of his mouth with his thumb, sucking a stray drop of from the pad of his thumb.
“fuck, you drink fireball? didn’t think you’d be the type.” he jests.
was he flirting with you?
sukuna chucks the cup somewhere to the side. probably somewhere near a garbage can. not that you can tell with how many people are crowding the kitchen.
“so.” sukuna says, looking back at you expectantly, “we have senior seminar together, yeah?” he smiles, head tilting to the side like he’s trying to get a read on you.
right, the class he couldn’t care less about. you’ve seen him look up from his phone and engage with the topic, what, maybe twice? it’s a miracle he even recognizes you.
“i remember you, don’t worry.” you laugh, leaning back and forth on the balls of your feet as you desperately rack your brain for a way to keep the conversation going.
of course you remember him. you sit next to each other. you’ve scrolled marathons through his instagram page in the privacy of your room. hell, you’ve spent so much time thinking about him that you’d probably be able to pick his biceps out of a lineup. “remember” doesn’t begin to describe it.
sukuna speaks up again, mouth curling at the side like he’s got something up his sleeve. he gives you a quick once over, arms crossed over his chest casually.
“you look good tonight. enjoying yourself?” he’s not subtle in the slightest, red eyes scanning your figure, committing every inch of you to memory. the thought alone feels filthy. like tree sap settling in the pit of your stomach.
you must’ve unknowingly done something worthy of sainthood this semester. that’s the only explanation as to why the campus frat legend is eyeing you like he wants to eat you alive and lick his fingers clean after.
you don’t even care that he’s probably pulling out the same five tricks he’d use on any other girl. you’re falling faster than you ever have.
you make a mental note to thank shoko profusely for convincing you to socialize tonight. she’d given it to you straight like always, something about being tired of you complaining about your glaring lack of a roster. encouraging you to maybe go out and actually fuck a guy instead of settling for getting fingered by some loser like you always did.
senior year was supposed to be memorable after all.
“do you even know my name?” you mumble shyly, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.
sukuna pretends to rack his mind for an answer. tongue pressed against his cheek in a way that makes your breath catch.
your name rolls of his tongue beautifully, punctuated with that fangy smile you’ve daydreamed about. he says it like he’s recited it a million times. like the very existence of you on his tongue is second nature.
wow. ok. you might’ve misjudged his attention to detail.
sukuna must notice the surprised look on your face because he leans in a little closer. just enough for you to feel the heat radiating off his body.
“are you gonna answer my question?” he asks you.
right, if you were enjoying yourself. you try to think of something witty to say, painful aware of how intently he’s looking at you. the attention feels so sudden. he was never this forward in class, why come up to you now?
sukuna’s eyes never leave your face, watching, craving.
“honestly? yeah, i’m having a great time.” you settle for some simple honesty. somewhere in the background the incessant thump of a bluetooth speaker fades the more the scent of his cologne fills your lungs.
“what about you?” you ask.
sukuna pauses, eyes flitting over the crowd like he’s debating whether or not he can actually say what’s really on his mind.
his jaw flexes, fingers drumming against the counter to the beat of whatever song is playing.
he looks back over at you when he finally makes up his mind, gauging your reaction with a sly look in his eyes. thank god he can’t physically see the way your core flutters around nothing. you’re already too conscious of the sticky flush collecting in the gusset of your panties.
“i mean..." there's a playful tilt to his voice, his words steeped in mischief.
"usually i’d be upstairs by now having some fun.”
sukuna sighs, eyes glued to the swell of your lips.
“but, y’know, i get it. with finals week coming up. not a lot of fun to be had if no one else is looking for it.”
his voice trails off as soon as his eyes lock onto your lips. mumbling the last bits of the sentence like his mind is elsewhere. wanting.
something hangs heavy in the air between the two of you, something he hasn't said directly just yet.
fun. the implication of the word isn’t lost on you in the slightest. sukuna was a decent guy all around, maybe even an acquaintance now, but you’ve heard the way girls talk about him around campus.
lack of experience aside, you’d have to be an idiot to fool around with a guy like him. one that treats college like a fuckfest and sweet talks anything with a pulse. did you really want ryomen sukuna of all people to be your first?
“i can be fun.”
maybe you are an idiot after all. because the speed those four words leave you is absolutely unparalleled.
in your defense, you can barely think straight as is. not with how close he is to you now, mouth curling up into the tiniest smile. and especially not with how satisfied he looks with himself.
“yeah?” sukuna’s pupils are two black voids, waiting for you to confirm your little unspoken agreement.
suddenly everything you’re feeling in your lower half makes sense, because the intrigue in his voice is something you’d literally pay money to hear again. you needed him bad.
“wanna find out?” you ask, more confident this time. technically not a bogus offer. you’ve done almost everything leading up to the deed. how hard could going all the way be?
—
sukuna’s room is a world of its own. tucked just upstairs and to the left of the beer can littered stairwell he’d made a beeline for as soon as you'd given him the green light. he weaves the both of you through the dwindling crowd, hand around your waist like you belong to him. in a way, you already do.
it's like the world around you ceases to exist as soon as his door locks and your back hits his bed. you're hyperaware and not aware of anything all at the same time. honed in on the way he toes his sneakers off and clambers onto the mattress atop you, hands running up the length of your body before diving to claim your lips.
you've made out before, sure, but never quite like this. never so passionately, in the way that makes your thighs clench and your core shake. sukuna licks into your mouth with desperation you never would have expected. like your tongue is his salvation.
“pretty girl, y’know that?” he mumbles into your mouth. "gonna fuck you good."
the compliment pulls the sweetest little whine out of you, and sukuna grins against your lips like he's won a prize.
touching you isn’t what turns him on most, you realize. it’s not the feeling of your arms wrapped around his neck, or the incessant press of your clothed centers. it’s the reactions you give him. those tiny huffs of breath against his mouth that let him know you need him. how you lean in close and pepper kisses down his throat just so he won’t see you blush. it’s all pure magic to him.
you're nervous in the best way, slipping your hands under the thin fabric of his wifebeater to feel up his abs. something about him just melts your brain. his scent, how warm he is, how he kneads your body like dough.
most importantly, this sex stuff was a cakewalk so far.
"off?" you plead, pushing his shirt up and over his shoulders like its somehow offended you, and sukuna laughs, hard and heavy.
"what, can't wait?" you he’s only asking to see you writhe, cocky little grin on his face and everything. you nod, and sukuna laughs, running his thumb over your bottom lip.
you must be too honed in on his lower half, because you don’t realize he’s taken off his hat to undress until he fastens it backwards right onto your head.
“hold that for me.” he says, shucking his shirt off and to the side with a grunt.
you didn’t expect this whole ordeal to feel so intimate. for him to lay you down against his pillows and kneel. wearing his hat while you watch him strip down to his boxers, the party still raging downstairs.
sukuna looks so much different like this. softened around the edges by the messy pink fringe that falls right above his eyes. you think you quite like the way the tattoos under his eyes crease when he looks back at you and smiles.
you wonder how many girls have seen him like this. if any of them appreciated the way the moonlight peeking through the shades illuminates the black lines on his body the way you do. or how pink his lips are after he’s been kissed.
something inside tugs at you when he reaches forward to take his hat back.
“keep it off.” you sit up, slipping it off your head to toss it onto his nightstand.
he pauses, like his brain is still trying to register what you've just told him.
“but the hat stays on when i fuck.” sukuna fake pouts. “that’s like my whole thing.”
“leave it.” you urge. "you look nice with your hair down."
sukuna’s face softens the slightest bit. he almost looks embarrassed. like the compliment isn’t something he gets told often.
“don't make me blush” he teases, hugging your middle to bring you back down to the pillows with him.
your own shirt is next to go, chucked over his tattooed shoulder to reveal the soft swell of your breasts.
“fuck, where’ve you been hiding all this?” sukuna breathes. awestruck like he hadn't been staring at them all night.
his attention is completely addictive. the more sukuna touches you, the more you start to understand the droves of girl you see hanging off his arm every weekend. groveling for his acknowledgment in any capacity.
you’d do a whole lot more than grovel if it meant he’d keep massaging you through your bra like he is now. you‘be never wanted anyone quite this bad like you do now. mind, body, and soul.
your bottom layers go next, lost to the abyss that is his floor. sukuna takes a moment to turn your panties over in his hand.
"cute." he laughs.
you half expect him to throw them on the ground as well, maybe stuff them under his pillow or something. except, sukuna does neither. instead, the garment joins his hat on the nightstand. situated amongst his things like they've always belonged there.
you'd let him keep them if he asked.
that’s when the gravity of it all really sets in. you’re naked as the day you were born, laid up underneath the hottest guy you’ve ever had the pleasure of viewing. and all he can do is look at you like you’re the most wonderful thing he’s ever seen.
sukuna whistles, low and slow, hand on your knee to part your legs.
“god, that’s a sight isn’t it. pretty down here too.” the bass in his voice practically makes your eyes flutter. that anxious feeling in your tummy slowly starts to dissipate as you spread yourself wider, morphing into something sappy nestled right at your entrance.
it’s almost humiliating feeling how wet you are, but sukuna doesn’t seem to mind at all, sauntering onto his stomach tongue-first like some sort of horny olympic diver.
his tongue hits you first, licking thick stripes from your hole to your clit. he parts you with a thumb on either side of your heat, not at all minding the way you pull at his locks.
sukuna was a lot of things. charming, outgoing, sometimes even vulgar. but one thing you’ve learned just in the last 10 minutes of lying atop his sheets is that he is anything but a selfish lover.
his fingers are a welcome intrusion. thicker than yours in a way that makes your head feel loose. the stretch only stings for a second, hotwiring the cogs in your lower stomach like a well oiled machine.
“fuck, you're tight. needy little thing.” he mumbles, pulling the digit out and bringing it to his mouth to suck your mess clean, then diving right back in.
it must kill him. hearing you, tasting you. wanting so badly to relieve himself but wanting to make you feel good even more.
he takes his time fingering you open, feeling up your slick walls until he finds that special little spot only the toys under your bed can reach.
you’re inconsolable, panting and groaning into the crook of your elbow while he rocks your entire world up, down, and sideways. you’ve never felt pleasure so blinding.
you go to say something, anything to let him know how fucking good he’s making you feel, but something else catches your eye instead.
the slightest movement of his hips, so quick you nearly miss it. then another, and another. his hips drive down, then back, pulling a shaky groan from the depths of his chest.
“are you humping the mattress?” you breathe.
a chuckle is all he gives you, nodding his head between your legs in a way that says “yeah, so what?” sukuna sucks your clit into his mouth for good measure, shoulders shaking at the near pornographic moan that escapes your lips.
"toji's room is right next door, you know. better keep it down." he laughs from between your legs.
right. the meathead you saw downstairs licking fireball off the floor on a dare. real classy guy.
you swat at him lightly when he comes up from your pussy, accepting the sticky kiss he presses to your lips.
he motions for you to sit up, and you do, following his lead. sukuna slinks in behind you, sitting up against his rickety headboard to shuck his boxers down with a huff.
“holy shit.”
you couldn’t have stopped yourself from reacting if you tried.
sukuna was thick. thicker than any toy under your bed or any of the half-chub losers you’ve fooled around with during the past four years here. long, flushed, and heavy. pre beading at his tip just aching to be licked off.
he shakes his head fondly at your lack of a filter, widening his legs so you can settle on your stomach between them. sukuna feeds you his cock with a loose grip at the base, throwing his head back with a groan as soon as your tongue meets his flesh.
you could very well get addicted to the taste of him. that salty tang that coats your taste buds and settles at the back of your throat.
five thick fingers sit at the base of your skull, gripping the back of your neck to guide you down as far as you can handle. it takes a couple tries, but you finally feel your nose rub up against the patch of pink hair at his base, earning a hearty groan from the man above you..
you’re not a pro at sucking dick by any means, but the sounds sukuna makes would have anyone thinking otherwise. long, gravelly moans. radiating right from within his chest and up to his ceiling.
"fuck, fuck hold on." he begs, letting his head fall forward with a shiver. you slowly ease his cock from your lips and look up at him expectantly.
sukuna squeezes the base of his dick with a huff. no doubt trying to starve off his orgasm. he looks up at you through his fringe with that same fangy smile you love.
“how do you want it?” he asks you, wiping the spit from the corner of your mouth.
right. the main course. full blown sex.
you suppose on your back would be best. comfortable, safe. you let him guide you back down onto the pillows and offer yourself up to him, feeling your stomach twist in on itself as he rolls a condom on and lines himself up with your entrance.
sukuna ruts his hips forward only slightly. not enough to breach but close enough for your fold to part around his tip.
"holy-"
you immediately lock up, joints stiff with adrenaline. the sensation is so foreign, thicker and hotter than anything you've ever felt.
“what?, don’t get shy on me now.” he drawls, tattoos straining against his lazy grin. “not after all that talk earlier.”
“waitwaitwait.” you hiss, pawing at his shoulder with a shaky hand. “oh my god—hold on.”
sukuna’s hips retreat, taking a bit of your anxiety with them. there’s a softness in his eyes, almost guilty in nature.
“you okay?"
you say nothing, trying to piece together the 3 words you probably should've uttered a long time ago.
“want me to eat you out a little more?”
“no, sorry, it’s not that.” you clarify, cutting him off at the last syllable. the way it comes out makes you cringe.
the room suddenly feels a lot smaller than it did before. sukuna searches your face for an answer, silently pleading with the furrow between his brows.
"i've never done this beofre."
you prepare to watch the expression on his face melt into something nasty. to maybe hear something laced with pity leave his lips before he tells you to get dressed and get out, but it doesn’t come.
instead, sukuna’s expression softens, red eyes melting around the edges as he looks down at your shivering, naked form.
“yeah?” the way he says it is so quiet, so cautious. not at all like the outspoken boy you thought you knew.
you nod, fingers curling around his bicep uncertainly.
sukuna reaches to take that same hand, pressing a fleeting kiss to the inside of your wrist. his gentleness almost feels unbecoming. so out of character compared to the stories you’ve heard each semester. but not at all unlike the charismatic guy you’d come to know tonight.
maybe you didn’t really know the real sukuna after all.
“do you..? or— i could teach you. or we could stop. i can walk you home.” his tongue flits over your wrist, soothing the hammering pulse point there.
you ponder his offer for a moment, eyes transfixed on the way he mouths at your delicate skin.
“you don’t think it’s weird?” you mumble.
sukuna presses his tongue against his teeth, voice dropping the slightest bit like he really shouldn’t be saying what comes out of his mouth next.
“I think i’m kinda into that stuff.” he admits, chuckling like it’ll somehow ease the awkward air. “kinda… maybe guessed downstairs that you were kinda shy? i donno. made me wanna talk to you.”
your eyebrows nearly touch your hairline at his confession, embarrassment flooding you from head to toe.
“you could tell?”
“i mean, i figured the silent girl from class probably wouldn't have too many nights under her belt.” he jokes, charming as ever. you don’t take any offense to it.
sukuna must sense the thoughts flying through your mind because he stops, taking your face in both of his tattooed hands in a way that sets your chest on fire.
“it’s whatever you want, okay?.” and the little smile he gives you is so devastatingly reassuring, that you all but make up your mind right then and there.
“i wanna keep going.” you whisper, leaning forward in a brazen display of confidence to seal your lips to his.
sukuna must be taken aback by your forwardness, because he doesn’t melt into the kiss immediately. instead, his hands trail over your hips, getting a proper grip on your body before he’s pressing you into the mattress and licking into your mouth.
he almost tastes better this way, like grenadine and the remnants of a cigarette. the party rages on below you, drowning out the little whimpers that escape your lips every time sukuna kneads the sensitive swell of your breasts with his rough hands.
he lets you get used to the stretch this time, easing his hips back and forth in little strokes to get you used to the motion.
it doesn’t feel great at first, being fucked open at the center by something large enough to rival the width of your wrist. but soon enough, the discomfort fades into something different.
something filthy, nestled right in the deepest pit of your center. blooming out and upwards until your whole body feels like its on fire.
“oh my god.” you whimper, realizing you’ve taken him to the hilt. you're so full that your chest starts to feel tight. like there isn't possibly enough room inside of you to fit all the pleasure building in your core.
sukuna’s must adore the noises you're making for him, because his cock twitches right against that little spot from earlier.
“yeah? want me to move?” he purrs.
never in a million years did you think he’d be this intimate. this gentle, coaxing you open with his dick as softly as he can muster, and loving every bit of it.
“pleasepleaseplease oh god.” you moan, grasping onto his shoulders to prepare yourself for the onslaught of sensations that hit you when he speeds up.
you’re so wet you can’t even feel the friction of his heavy cock against your walls anymore. just the smooth, effortless glide of his length and the occasional, devastatingly good, bump of his tip against your g-spot.
you could die happy like this, legs spread to accommodate every inch of his sculpted body, watching the sweat collect in the ridges between his abs. listening to him pant praises against your lips in between heated kisses.
"could fuck you for the rest of my life." he growls.
and if that wasn’t enough, the finishing blow follows.
“i only come to class to see you, baby. only show up to see that pretty face.”
a broken whimper of his name is all you’re able to force out before you’re sent plummeting over the edge.
you cum with a stifled whimper, arms wrapped around his neck like he’ll up and float away if you let go. the pressure between your legs is insane, peaking and crashing down like an array of fireworks.
sukuna follows almost immediately, pulling out to shoot his load over your mound and lower tummy with a string of expletives and praise.
you silently thank the powers that be for whatever odd stroke of fate that brought you two together tonight.
“feeling good?” he flops on his side next to you, head propped up on his hand while he tenderly looks over your body.
“feeling amazing.”
“mmm, hoped you’d say that.” he laughs. still high on adrenaline.
the room suddenly feels a lot larger than it did before. a lot louder too without the sounds of your shared pleasure muffling the party below. you wonder what you're supposed to do now that you've... sufficiently had your fun. should you ask for a towel? should you just redress and deal with it all later?
sukuna opens his mouth like he wants to say something, then snaps back to attention.
"shit.. towel." he mumbles, slinking off the mattress to toe around the moat of your shared belongings on the ground.
"here." he tosses you the tank top he'd been wearing earlier, flopping back down on the mattress with you. you stand to dab the mess from your body and toss the garment in his hamper before pulling your undergarments back on.
"do you w-" he starts
"i should g-"
sukuna lifts his head from the pillows, hand coming up to stroke over the back of your head.
"you first."
"do you want me to leave?"
"do you want to leave?" he asks.
"no."
"then don't." he states plainly, already sorting through the mess on the floor to pull on his boxers. humming a tune under his breath like its the most routine thing in the world.
in a way, you guess it is. for him at least. you couldn't figure out what to do right now even if you tried.
"you said you noticed i was shy in class?" it comes out more like a statement than a question.
"noticed a lot of things about you." he whispers. you feel your stomach jump. half anticipation half need.
"why only come up to me today?"
sukuna sighs, like the topic itself is something that’s weighing heavy on his mind.
"didn't think you'd give me the time of day." he almost sounds shy to admit it. "thought i might as well when I saw you in the kitchen. didn't wanna graduate without giving it a shot."
something in your chest unravels softly at that. you feel at ease now, more confident in your bearings.
"can we do this more? get to know each other better?" you don’t even know where the question comes from, never mind how you garner the confidence to ask it.
you see his brows raise just the slightest bit, crimson eyes widening.
“or. sorry- i know you have…” your mind flits back to the image of him practically drowning in female attention. you probably sounded ridiculous right now.
you gesture vaguely in front of you, trying to phrase what you’re about to say as respectfully as possible. sukuna pulls you closer.
“…other contenders.”
sukuna hums thoughtfully, like he’s already made his mind up.
"i'm sure they'd live without me.”
without him. like, in the complete absence of him. your mind finally registers what exactly he’s saying.
just you and him. this. more than just a one night stand.
you try to respond but quickly startle at the sound of three heavy raps against the door.
"is she gone? did you get her number?" a gravely voice asks, barely audible above the music.
“toji can you fuck off for like twenty more minutes?” sukuna’s not asking.
“god, fuck.” he groans softly, wiping both hands down the front of his face like it’ll somehow rid him of his humiliation.
you wait for the heavy footsteps at the door to retreat, and lean in to press a kiss to sukuna’s forehead.
“wanna get lunch tomorrow?”
shoko was going to die during your debrief tomorrow morning.
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soft sukuna with overly affectionate clingy fem!reader >3
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soft sukuna tries to act like he’s annoyed when you follow him from room to room, but he actually slows down his walking pace so you don’t trip while you’re trying to hold onto his sleeve.
soft sukuna will be sitting down trying to look serious, and when you climb into his lap and bury your face in his neck, he lets out a really long sigh, but his bottom two arms immediately wrap around your waist to hold you steady.
soft sukuna has a special way of head-patting you where he uses his big hand to cover your whole head, and even though he says "you're such a pest," he’s actually using his thumb to pet your temple really gently.
soft sukuna gets very quiet when you're being extra clingy in front of other people; he won't look at you, but he’ll reach back and grab your hand, squeezing it so tight to let you know he likes the attention.
soft sukuna pretends he hates it when you use his chest as a pillow, but if you try to move away because you think he's uncomfortable, he’ll grunt and pull you back closer until you’re tucked right under his chin.
soft sukuna lets you play with his extra eyes and face markings when you’re bored, and even though he tells you to "stop touching the king," he actually closes all four of his eyes and starts to drift off to sleep because he likes the feeling of your fingers.
soft sukuna always makes sure you’re wearing one of his robes when it’s cold, and he’ll act like he’s just "tired of hearing you complain about the chill," but really he just likes seeing you drowned in his scent and clothes.
soft sukuna has a habit of resting his chin on top of your head whenever you’re hugging his middle, and he’ll start humming a low, rumbly sound that feels like a cat purring just to make you giggle.
soft sukuna secretly loves it when you’re needy and ask for kisses; he’ll roll his eyes and say "you're so demanding," but then he’ll give you like five kisses all over your face until you're smiling.
soft sukuna gets a little bit protective when you're not touching him; he’ll literally hook a finger into your belt loop or the back of your shirt just to keep you within arm's reach at all times.
soft sukuna lets you brush his strawberry pink hair even though it takes forever, and he’ll sit perfectly still on the floor while you put little clips in it, only complaining when you accidentally pull a tangle.
soft sukuna loves when you fall asleep on him; he’ll stay in the exact same position for hours, even if his legs go numb, just because he doesn't want to wake you up from your nap.
soft sukuna sometimes gets overwhelmed by how much he wants you, so he’ll pin your hands above your head and growl softly about how dangerous it is to be this clingy to a curse, but then he just ends up peppering your neck with soft, slow kisses and bites.
soft sukuna likes to pull you onto his lap while he’s sitting on his throne, whispering into your ear about all the things he wants to do to you later, while his hands wander just a little bit lower than your waist to make your heart race.
soft sukuna gets this look on his face where his brows knit together like he’s actually mad, but it’s just because he can’t handle how adorable you’re being while you’re clinging to his arm and looking up at him with those big eyes; he gets this overwhelming cuteness aggression that he clearly has no idea how to deal with, and he’ll suddenly reach out with both sets of hands to grab your face, squishing your cheeks together until your lips pout out, and he’ll growl under his breath, “i really can’t stand you sometimes, you’re so fucking cute it makes me want to bite your head off,” before he lets out a frustrated huff and just shakes you back and forth really gently.
ᡣ𐭩 notes: honestly, the amount of fighter jjk fanarts i’ve seen here & on pinterest might have inspired this 😈
ᡣ𐭩 cw: underground!fighter sukuna, medic!reader, modern au, suggestive, heavy tension, fighting/violence
✶ underground!fighter sukuna only lets you patch him up – doesn’t matter if there are five other ring-side medics nearby. the moment he gets injured in the middle of a match??? he’s only asking for you.
“where’s my girl?”
“ryomen – we have five other medics here.”
“yeah, but i don’t want them… i want her.”
✶ underground!fighter sukuna would flirt with his female fans in front of you on purpose just to watch your reaction. he’ll wink at some girl from the crowd, sign her arm, maybe even lean in wayyyy too close when she asks for a selfie – all while keeping one eye on you. but if you don’t flinch? don’t glare, pout or even look a little bit jealous?? ohhh now he’s the one annoyed.
✶ underground!fighter sukuna makes every treatment feel like foreplay. you’re trying to clean a gash on his cheek, and there he goes saying shit like: “… you sure you’re only here to stitch me up? ‘cause the way you’re looking at me says otherwise...”
at this point, you’ve threatened to throw the antiseptic bottle at him at least once a week.
✶ underground!fighter sukuna flirts while he’s actively bleeding. black eye? bloody nose? split lip? this man will still try to flirt with you like he didn’t just crawl out of a cage match with another guy who is built exactly like a grizzly bear. “fuckkk that stings… you trying to punish me or turn me on?”
✶ underground!fighter sukuna sends you shirtless selfies with the wounds on his abs clearly visible – paired with corny captions like: “shit, this cut hurts… come sit on my lap and make it go away maybe?”
yesss he types that with absolutely zero shame & if he’s feeling cheeky enough, he’d even ask you to send him some “selfies” too.
✶ one time, another fighter flirted with you while underground!fighter sukuna was waiting to get patched up. he watched in silence with his fists clenched at his sides like he was physically holding himself back from lunging at him right then and there.
and well, the very next day – he stepped into the ring and knocked that guy out in under 60 seconds. it wasn’t just a win – it was a fucking massacre. the guy had a split lip with blood gushing from his nose, bruises already blooming across his jaw by the time sukuna landed his final blow; even the audience looked shaken and some whispering, “wait… isn’t that a little too much??” while his die-hard fans??? they just roared with approval, proudly saying, “yeahhh now that’s our fucking champion.”
frat!sukuna who cant keep his mind off of you since that night, the image of you walking into the kitchen, hungover with a dazed expression , dressed in his clothes as he handed you a painkiller and a glass of water.
frat!sukuna who managed to bag your number after a lot of convincing, typing your contact as 'princess' he simply smirked when you scowled at him.
frat!sukuna who starts noticing you more around campus, throwing winks and grins your way when he passes you in the halls, while others gasp and glare at you with envy as you get unwanted attention from the ryomen sukuna himself.
frat!sukuna who keeps constantly texting, asking to take you on a date, expecting an instant yes, but he would be lying if he said his ego wasnt mildly bruised at your sharp rejection, however, he does like a challenge after all, and if that means bagging a baddie like you, so be it.
frat!sukuna who drops you home after class in his sports car when a storm began to pour down, asking for a date on your porch despite your earlier rejects and turn downs, and whilst he may act confident on the outside, deep down his stomach spurs with a hint of nerves. he's never felt this feeling of want so bad, anyway.
frat!sukuna who's eyes glisten with mischief and relief once you give in— you know his reputation, he's a player after all, but the way he looked at you told you this was something more than just a date.
frat!sukuna who picks you up the next day, and is captivated by how stunning you are all dressed up, he shamelessly looks you up and down, before giving a silent nod of approval, taking your hand and leading you into his expensive car.
frat!sukuna who is actually a gentleman at heart, and genuinly fun to go out with. yes, his constant teasing when he caught you staring at his biceps was getting on your nerves, but it also gave you butterlies the way he would lean in to talk, or when he cut you off when you offered to split the bill—he insisted on paying for it all.
frat!sukuna who took you home after ice cream, and not so subtly turned his cheek for a kiss, grinning like a kid in a candy shop when you sighed then pressed your lips against his skin.
frat!sukuna who didnt leave until you allowed him to press kisses onto your knuckles, his eyes glued to yours the whole time before he wishes you goodnight
frat!sukuna who cant keep his eyes off you, even if he were to try.
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・ ꪖ/n : i wrote this during class since my teacher wasn't in im such a delinquent ik ik
