You curled into the back cushions of the couch, legs tucked underneath you in Paul Frank Pajamas.
Tonight was a Friday night, frat party night, but instead you were on the couch doomscrolling while waiting for your roommate to get out of the shower to start the movie night they insisted on having with you. It was sweet, but you couldn’t imagine a more boring thing. The only reason that you agreed to this was to try to take your mind off who was going to the party tonight. Ryomen Sukuna.
It’s not that you didn’t want to go, you were adored by everyone around campus, ‘Kind’ and ‘Sweet’ as people described you, it's how they’d react if they found out you and Sukuna had been hooking up for months. Sukuna was renowned for fucking any horny sorority girl he saw fit, but fucking her more then twice? Unheard of. You also weren't a sorority girl either. You thought people would think of it as not putting ketchup on hotdogs. It was just really strange. And to top the list of reasons why going would be a terrible idea, Sukuna had ghosted you a week ago. No nudes, no explanation, no asking to come over. Just ‘read’ under each message.
You look up at the time on the corner of the tv. 10:45pm. With a grumble you pick up your phone off the coffee table, flicking through your Instagram feed. Girls are posting photos of the party, and you’d rather be caught dead than have anyone catch you looking in the background of them to see a glimpse of salmon hair. Your about to turn your phone off when a message pops up on the top of your feed,
Kuna: [1 photo attached]
You stare at it, eyes glued to the screen. This had to be a sign from some horny guardian angel.
You open the message before clicking on the photo. The cameras facing up, but just enough so his face isn't in it, his whole torso on display, then something catches your eye. Just where the photo cuts off leading down his V-line is handwriting so familiar it has a breath catching in your throat. You can only see the end of your name before it trails off past the camera and down, but it's unmistakably your handwriting.
You just sit there and stare a while, ignoring the sound of shower water falling from the bathroom, and the sound of an old clock in the kitchen. No way this man ghosts you for a week and comes back with your name inked into his beautifully sculpted body.
Kuna: Where are you?
You snap back, fingers hovering over the letters. The night was still young.. And it's not like anyone would see you if he snuck you in through the window..
You: Home. Why?
Kuna: Back fence in 5. I need you to spell check something for me.
You jumped off the couch faster than it took to turn off your phone, before snatching a coat off the table and banging on the bathroom door.
“I’ll be back in 20.” You yelled over the noise of the water running. You don't like lying, but desperate situations call for desperate solutions, and who are you to stop Sukuna from wanting to improve his spelling…
A/N: I'm not American and have no idea how frats work besides the fics i read, so bear with me. I haven't written in ages, sheesh. Just a little bland something to get back into it. In no ways is it normal quality but it'll do for now. In good news I got The Sims working again, and I really would like a horse... Anyways, requests are open, and have a beautiful day/night <3
sending all my love right back through the screen, Em ♥︎ the english exam thing from last week was a piece of cake + unrelated but i actually won a naoya keychain in a giveaway too. your luck rlly worked, thank you ILOVEYOU!!!!
It was almost every tiktok you saw. Girls jumping onto their boyfriends to see their reactions, reactions that always turned out to be cute and lovey-dovey, stuff you would watch in 8th grade after getting rejected. It was called mega-knighting. And for a reason you couldn’t really figure out, you wanted to try it on Sukuna. The man was a wall of muscle, so you hoped he’d at least be nice and try to catch you.
Sukuna was lazing on the couch, phone in hand with that bored look that was always plastered on his face, blissfully unaware of you leaning your phone up against a plant, placing it just subtly enough that it would capture you, but not enough that he could see it if he wasn’t looking for it.
You stood at the end of the couch, staring at him with the largest eyes you could muster. Eventually he looked up from his phone, an eyebrow cocking in a way he does when he’s unamused at something.
“What?” He snorts, clicking his phone off and placing it to the mahogany side table next to him. He crossed his arms, waiting for the usual spill of complaints from the look you give.
You grin, climbing up onto the edge of the couch, barely being able to keep your balance. You gaze down at the man in front of you. He would catch you.. Right..?
“Get off the couch, woman. You’ll put a dent in it.” He grumbles, moving his foot to rub up the side of your leg. He gazes up at you with that predatory look. You’ve got a tank top and underwear on, the usual attire for your summer nights.
You look down at the man again, his attention isn’t on his phone, or the tv. Just you and you only. Before you know it, you have your arms spread out as you push your feet off the couch, about to land on him. Sukuna’s eyes widened. What the fuck has gotten into you lately? He doesn’t have time to ponder over this, as you’re about to land on him and definitely split your chin open if he doesn't at least move his arms out of your way. n
Sukuna covers his head with his arms, making sure you don’t know him out with you, then you land. He lets out a sort of moan, and you just shriek from the fall, head bent at his neck, legs strapped around his.Not exactly a catch.. Slowly your eyes open, peering up at him, who now has his palms open, worried if he touches you he’ll contract whatever crazy virus you’ve gotten.
“What the fuck are you doing? You could have knocked one of my teeth out woman.” He snarls, watching that shit-eating grin grow across your face.
"At least I landed on you and not my ass.” You giggle, Sukuna’s eyes trailing down to your ass, just to make sure you didn’t, before you feel his hands grab at your waist.
“You’ll have something land on your ass in a minute, woman. Just you wait.”
A/N: First fic with the new name, and first fic in a while. I was supposed to post this last week but stuff happened and here we are. I hope its good, and I hope we like the new name. Have a beautiful day / night my plums ♡
Boyfriend!Sukuna makes you fuck yourself in the bath while having cramps
wc: 924
Tags: 18+, MDNI, smut, sex, unprotected sex, p in v, oral, swearing, fingering, finger fucking, Sukuna loves to watch reader finger themselves
A/N 1: This is NOT my usual and probably wont become my usual <3
The door to the bathroom creaks open, Sukuna’s face curls up at all the candles and junk sitting on the sink and the windowsill. Why did he even have a main light in the bathroom if you were just going to use candles?
“What the fuck are you doing?”
You scrunched your face at his noise. It was 1:24am. You should be in bed, in your pyjamas, not in the bath with your clothes strewn all over the place. But the warm water was just so nice as it lapped at your aching belly, making your nipples perk when you lifted yourself into the cold air to move and face your boyfriend. One hand was draped over the tub, the other one was resting across your waist, hoping it would do anything to stop the cramps that ate at you.
“ ‘M taking a bath.” You replied, pointing to a pair of lacey panties sitting on the floor next to a pot plant. Sukuna cocked an eyebrow and stepped into the bathroom. He looked over your form, legs were now spread open and your back was on the bottom of the tub, tits poking out of the water, rising and falling with each breath. You knew what you were doing.
“I can see that, daft bitch.” Sukuna scoffed, blowing out a candle seated on top of the sink before inhaling the trail of smoke behind it.
“Why?” He drawled before he sat on top of the closed toilet seat, legs spread as he watched you run your hands down your thighs. “Are you in the bath?”
You blinked back at him, bottom lip ever so slowly being bit as you looked up. The way he says it is like you’re not supposed to be here, like you’ll get a spanking for doing the wrong thing, it's disastrous for you, and beautiful for him. You look down at the ever growing tent in his boxers, before looking back up at those stunningly cold eyes.
“I’m cramping.” Your voice comes out less backchatty than usual, your hands sloshing around in the water. Another wave of cramps hit you while you try your best to look Sukuna in the eyes. If you look away he’s won. But didn’t he already win the second you took this bath?
His eyes go sly, and his mouth forms into a smirk. Sukuna leans forwards into your face, breath hot on your nose.
“You know what can help with that?” His voice is hoarse and his eyes stay locked onto yours. You shake your head, trying to dip your chest back into the warm water to stop him from seeing how rock hard your nipples are.
He places his arms on his spread knees to get that little bit closer.
“Touching yourself.”
Your eyes grow bigger by the second as he leans back against the toilet, arms crossed and legs wide.
“Give it a try. Maybe you’ll learn something for once.” You nod. You’ve had sex with Sukuna before, plenty of times, but this just felt different. You felt small, but it was strangely nice. Maybe the lighting did do something.
You put your feet up on the edge of the bath, water dripping down your calves as you spread your legs. Sukuna pulled back the shower curtain and tucked it behind a pot plant, hand going to his thigh.
You took your hand and crept it between your legs, plunging two fingers in with a swchech. You started at a slow, easy pace, circling your clit in time with your breaths, before a cramp came and your pussy clenched, making you press down on the sensitive bud. The spare hand covered your mouth, trying to muffle a moan before sukuna shoved it away.
“Don’t you dare. Let me hear you.” You nodded, closing your eyes and tipping your head back so it could lay on the edge of the tub.
Sukuna grabbed his phone from the sink, placing it against a plant while you weren't looking as he pressed the record button. He would want this for later.
You started going faster, fingers curling as a moan spilt from your lips like the water from the bath.
“Mhph-” You dove your fingers in deeper, before opening your eyes, watching your boyfriend. He slid his hand into his boxers, sliding his monstrous cock free before it wacked his upper abs. You moaned louder, biting your bottom lip as you watched him stroke it a few times, smearing a bead of pre-cum across his pink tip.
“Mgmf- fuck me Kuna- Please-” You moaned, hips bucking as you reached your climax. With another moan, you pinched down on your clit before your orgasm ripped through you, slumping back into the bath as the water lapped away at your juices.
“See how it feels when you listen to me?” Sukuna smirked before peering down at you.
With a few more brutal strokes and moans, thick white ropes of cum painted his fist and lap, before he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist.
“Enjoy your bath woman.”
You blink. That's it? He makes you fuck yourself just for his enjoyment then leaves? Sukuna was a bitch, he really was but this? This was not him-
“I’ll be waiting in bed after you finish whatever you're doing, bring my phone would ya?”
He smirks, flips you off and walks out, leaving the door wide open. There he was. Maybe he just wasn’t a bathroom type of man.
“And bring one of those candles.”
A/N 2: Ok I absolutely sucked at writing this and I dislike it very very much, I dislike it so much I need to A/N's to clarify. But i need something to post and I cant stay up too late because I have a job to tend to. Any who, i miss my angst and fluff. Or maybe its because I haven't read smut in a few days. Have a beautiful day / night my plums <3
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