• ꒰ ۶ৎ ꒱ ::. waking husband!sukuna up to tend to your pregnancy cravings :: cw mentions of pregnancy.
sukuna woke up to being shaken harshly by his heavily pregnant wife, her strength surprising him.
“babe.” you said softly as you continue shaking your 250-pound husband with all your might.
“mnh?” sukuna murmured, still asleep.
“im hungry..” you whine, still shaking his moveless body.
“theres food in the kitchen baby.”
“i dont want any of that…” you whispered. “wake up. you have to go to the gas station.. seven eleven. i want a hot dog from there.” you murmur, punching at his chest to wake him up.
“okay! okay! im up, im up baby. where ‘ya want me to go?” he asked, getting up to put a pair of sweatpants on.
“seven eleven.. i need a hot dog. and mayo. and pickles.” you say to him, sitting up to watch as he starts putting his shoes on.
“is that it?” he asked staring at you in disbelief.
“a minion popsicle too..” you said, pulling the covers over your chest and laying a pillow under your swollen belly.
“okay baby ill be back just don’t fall asleep please” he said, kissing your cheek as he left.
he stood shirtless in front of the teenage cashier, holding a hot dog, a jar of pickles, a packet of mayonnaise, and a minion popsicle.
“dont ask” he murmured, shaking his head as he payed for everything.
sukuna arrived home at exactly 3:19 am, drowsy but alert.
“baby, im home.” he said walking throughout the house to find you.
living room? no.
bathroom? no.
bedroom? yes.
he found you laying in the bedroom completely knocked out as if you’d never woken up and sent him outside at 3 in the morning.
he sighed heavily, put everything in the fridge, sat on the bed and ate the popsicle by himself while he scrolled on instagram.
tiktok trend with boyfriend sukuna wiping the bottle after he takes a sip. . . his reaction!
you sat your phone against your desk, the charm dangling in front of the camera, obscuring the view for a brief blurry second before sukuna scoffed, a large hand reaching out to flick it out of frame. “damn thing’s in the way.”
as you settled beside him, sukuna shifted into the camera’s frame too—naturally taking up more space than the camera could properly capture—large, broad shoulders, spiky, mussed salmon-hued hair pushed back from his tatted hand running through it way too many times, displaying all his sharp, sinister-looking features that stood out under the bright light in your dorm room.
a long roman nose that almost looked sculpted by the gods rather than born, edged brows pulled into a permanent annoyed expression, peach-colored lips soft despite the permanent grumpiness etched into them.
deep pools of onyx-colored ink seeped into his tanned skin, veins bulging faintly through the markings.
you glance over at your annoyed, pouting hulk of a boyfriend who, despite his rough exterior, is all soft for you.
you smile. “thanks, kuna baby.”
he shrugs, dismissively letting out a rasp-filled grunt. “tch.”
you poke his cheek in return, and he only sighs, but you feel the way he slowly melts into it, subtle and hesitant, like a grumpy stray cat pretending it doesn’t secretly enjoy pets.
“get on with it,” he demands.
you give him a pointed look.
his eye twitches before he grumbles, voice rougher this time, “get on with it, baby.”
“see? was that so hard?” you say sweetly, playing coy.
he rolls his eyes, head falling back against the chair, tongue clicking inside his mouth.
“don’t push it,” he says gruffly.
you squeal, ignoring his warning, clapping your hands together as you pull out the original-flavored ramune soda, the glass bottle clinking beneath your manicured nails while the clear liquid sloshes inside.
having tried every flavor but this one, you were excited—but more than anything, you were practically buzzing from the tips of your fingers to your toes at the trick you were about to play on sukuna.
he doesn’t really keep up with social media or trends—thinks they’re stupid. he only has an instagram because you begged him to get one so he could see your posts, and it’s literally just a black profile picture with the username mygirlfriendmadememakethisbullshit, and a bio that reads:
“fuck off im married.”
you’re not, but sukuna declares every single day that you’re his bride-to-be, ridiculously possessive about it too.
you’re his.
he’ll do anything to make sure you know that.
thankfully, his complete lack of knowledge when it comes to social media means you can play all the stupid, silly pranks on him, and he never sees them coming. and his reactions never fail to amaze you.
sometimes, you swear you can practically see steam billowing from his ears like some cartoon character. he’s embarrassingly easy to rile up.
your lips curl into a mischievous smirk for only a second before you replace it with a silky, saccharine-glossed pout.
“here,” you hum, holding the bottle out. “you try first.”
sukuna’s large hand practically swallows the bottle, fingers covering most of the label before he tips it back and takes a long swig.
immediately, he makes a face—teeth clenched, jaw tightening as he sucks in a breath, grimacing, his expression twisting in disgust.
“tastes like garbage,” he says bluntly, holding the bottle out for you to take back. “too sweet.”
you crinkle your nose. “what? gimme. i’ll be the judge of that. your tastebuds suck.”
he stares at you, his expression completely deadpan.
“clearly they don’t if i’m with you.”
heat pools low in your stomach from his compliment. you smile, pink dusting your cheeks, teasing him back.
“duh. i’m the exception.”
you snatch the bottle from him, bringing the edge of your shirt up to wipe the rim—erasing a part of him, or at least that’s what sukuna thinks as it takes him a second to fully process what you’ve just done.
his mouth tilts into something almost amused, a dangerous sort of smirk, but his crimson eyes narrow to slits, irritation flickering through them as the telltale vein in his forehead pulses.
you bring the bottle to your lips, forming a small “o” around the opening.
sukuna’s red-inked eyes narrow further, tracking every minuscule movement, locked onto you completely like a predator watching its prey—well, without the bloodshed.
“ooo, yummy,” you hum. “tastes like bubblegum.”
he swears you’re going to be the death of him—he’s had enough with your little tricks.
“what the fuck was that, huh?” he snaps. “treatin’ me like i’m some fuckin’ scum?”
you laugh nervously, trying to play it off, but he’s already moving.
rough hands manhandle you effortlessly, yanking the bottle from your grasp before he takes another massive swallow.
one large hand grips your jaw, thumb prodding at your soft lips, forcing your mouth open, holding it wide as he spits the fizzy soda back into your mouth.
he settles against his chair again like nothing happened, watching intently as you swallow it all down.
his hand lightly slaps your cheek, palm heated against your flesh, no real sting—only the phantom lingering touch that makes you feel a little too desperate for more.
“don’t do that stupid shit again,” he says, voice low, sending a shiver down your spine, your heart stuttering with a sudden, aching need for him.
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pro tip: don't talk bad about yourself in front of sukuna | mdni suggestive
to say sukuna doesn't like when you disrespect yourself would be untrue, because he doesn't even let you get that far. you're his, which means when you talk bad about yourself, you're offending him too.
he'll slap your ass as he passes by you getting a bowl of fruit in the kitchen, in nothing but one of his shirts and an old pair of pj shorts, hair a mess. he lets out a "fuck, don't tempt me right now," his eyes scanning you from head to toe with that familiar heat in them.
your brows furrow in confusion and you literally go to the bathroom to look in the mirror to check that your appearance didn't magically ameliorate from the last time you saw yourself. he follows you and you're almost offended when you look in the mirror. is he playing a prank on you?
"what? i literally look-"
his hand comes to grab your throat gently but firm, a brow raised as he stares down at you and then through the mirror. "you look what?" his gaze is daring you to say something negative.
you can feel that he's not joking. you swallow, "um, good?"
he hums satisfied and pulls you closer, bending down to kiss you, the way his tongue smoothly finds its way into your mouth has heat spreading through your body.
he pulls back and looks you over again appreciatively, smushing your cheeks playfully before walking away. "s'what i thought."
❥ olderbf!kuna sees you without makeup for the first time (cw: shyinsecure!reader)
you were standing outside of your boyfriend’s apartment, waiting patiently, you held onto the strap of your overnight bag with so much emotion.
it’s your first time spending the night at his place. you hear his footsteps get closer. you anxiously take out your phone and get a quick good look at your appearance, i mean, you might lose your virginity tonight?
shit.
you’re completely barefaced. not even a coat of mascara. you look like a complete mess.
before you could dig something out of your bag. sukuna was towering over you. “hey” he says softly, the corners of his mouth twitched at the sight of you.
you don’t speak at first—you don’t even look him in the eye, your eyes glue themselves to the ground.
the shame and embarrassment you felt burned. it felt like your face was on fire. so many thoughts kept crossing your mind.
would your boyfriend still have feelings for you if he knew how you really looked?
would he still be attracted to you if he saw your body bare.
would he still hug and kiss you?
would he still find you beautiful?
would he even want to be around you if he saw all your imperfections?
would ryomen sukuna still love you if he saw you..?
you nervously chewed at your bottom lip, blood threatened to show.
“brat.” he lifts up your chin. “why are you hiding your face from me. what’s the matter?”
your eyes fill with salty tears that threaten to fall at any moment “i- can’t you see? i’m n-not pretty.” your eyes still don’t meet his.
sukuna felt his heart drop all the way down to his feet. you don’t think your beautiful?
how could you not see the beauty you carry within yourself?
you’re the most precious thing to him ever.
you’re his pretty girl.
“is that what this is about? sweetheart c’mon” he pulls you inside, flush against him, your face presses against his broad chest, his palms rub soothing circles on your hips. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry— sniffle— you have to see me like this.” your fingers clutch onto the thin fabric of his t-shirt.
your warm tears seep through. soaking the fabric.
“stop apologizing and look at me, let me see your face.” you slowly lift your head up, fully staring into his red irises.
“you are so incredibly precious to me, it pains me to know you feel that way about yourself—how can you not see the beauty in yourself ?” his thumb gently caresses your face, wiping all those sad tears away.
“and ‘m not the only who sees it y’know? you got no idea how many stares you get from everyone around you.” he smirks “just the other day that guy was hittin’ on you thinkin’ he stood a chance tch.” you give him a sweet smile, tugging him closer. “you really should be more cocky.” he pokes your cheek.
“thank you ryo. i’m sorry if this upset you, or caused you any trouble.” you mumbled quietly.
“you just keep on apologizing? you sure are a damn pathetic brat” he laughs mockingly, ruffling the top of your hair.
you smile, burying your face into his chest. “don’t make fun of me kuna!”
not realizing you’re talking to your ex-boyfriend!sukuna while drunk !
you were way too drunk and the sigma chi house was spinning.
the music thumped through the walls and your head felt light and fuzzy, but you were smiling anyway, red cup dangling from your fingers as you leaned against the wall for balance. your friends had disappeared ages ago and you didn’t really mind.
that’s when you saw him.
tall. pink hair. tattoos crawling up his arms. he looked really familiar but your drunk brain couldn’t connect the dots. you just knew he was stupidly hot standing there by the stairs with his arms crossed.
you stumbled over with a bright smile.
“hi,” you said, voice soft and sweet. “you have the prettiest eyes. like… scary pretty.”
sukuna looked down at you and his eyebrow raised, but he didn’t move away. the corner of his mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile.
“yeah?” he asked, voice low.
you nodded, stepping closer until you were leaning into his space. he smelled so good. warm and a little sweet, just like someone you used to know.
“mhm. my ex had eyes like yours,” you mumbled, resting your forehead against his arm because the room wouldn’t stop tilting. “he was mean looking but really nice to me. i miss him a lot actually.”
sukuna stayed quiet, one big hand coming up to steady you by the waist so you wouldn’t fall.
you kept talking, words spilling out easily now that someone was listening.
“we broke up because i thought he didn’t care enough but… he used to do the sweetest things. like bringing me coffee before class or letting me play with his hair even when he acted all tough about it.” you sighed softly. “i think i messed up. i still wear his hoodie to sleep sometimes.”
his grip on your waist tightened just a little.
“you’re drunk,” he murmured.
“super drunk,” you agreed with a little laugh, tilting your head up to look at him again. “but i mean it. he was the best. made me feel safe even when he was quiet and scary. you kinda look like him, it’s weird.”
sukuna let out a quiet breath that sounded almost like a laugh. he guided you through the crowd with a hand on your lower back, taking you upstairs without saying much. you didn’t even question it. his room felt familiar but everything was blurry.
he sat you on the edge of his bed and grabbed a bottle of water, crouching down in front of you so you could drink it. his hand rested gently on your knee the whole time.
“you’re really nice,” you whispered, eyes half closed. “my ex was nice like this too. when nobody else was looking.”
he didn’t answer right away. just brushed some hair out of your face with careful fingers and helped you lie down. when you reached out and grabbed his hand he paused.
“stay?” you asked softly.
sukuna sighed, but it was the soft kind. he sat on the edge of the bed and let you keep holding his hand, thumb rubbing slow circles over your knuckles while you drifted off.
“yeah,” he said quietly, watching you fall asleep in his bed again. “i’m not going anywhere.”
pro tip: don't talk bad about yourself in front of sukuna | mdni suggestive
to say sukuna doesn't like when you disrespect yourself would be untrue, because he doesn't even let you get that far. you're his, which means when you talk bad about yourself, you're offending him too.
he'll slap your ass as he passes by you getting a bowl of fruit in the kitchen, in nothing but one of his shirts and an old pair of pj shorts, hair a mess. he lets out a "fuck, don't tempt me right now," his eyes scanning you from head to toe with that familiar heat in them.
your brows furrow in confusion and you literally go to the bathroom to look in the mirror to check that your appearance didn't magically ameliorate from the last time you saw yourself. he follows you and you're almost offended when you look in the mirror. is he playing a prank on you?
"what? i literally look-"
his hand comes to grab your throat gently but firm, a brow raised as he stares down at you and then through the mirror. "you look what?" his gaze is daring you to say something negative.
you can feel that he's not joking. you swallow, "um, good?"
he hums satisfied and pulls you closer, bending down to kiss you, the way his tongue smoothly finds its way into your mouth has heat spreading through your body.
he pulls back and looks you over again appreciatively, smushing your cheeks playfully before walking away. "s'what i thought."
sigh, i know this can be seen as toxic sometimes, but...
sukuna always fixing your clothes when you're out.
pulling your top up with a big unapologetic hand when it dips too low, giving a generous view of your breasts.
pulling your skirt down and coming to stand behind you when you bend over carelessly, almost flashing everyone around you.
you can certainly wear whatever you want, he doesn't control you, but there are limits.
"you tryna give everyone a free show or something?"
you smile up at him, carefree, tilting your head all cute. "you'd never let that happen, baby."
"tch." he rolls his eyes playfully, trying to hide his smirk as he slides his arm around your waist, pride filling his chest as he scans the room, sure to scare anyone off that looks at you for too long.
sukuna when he runs into a classmate at the bus stop
the fluorescent hum of the bus stop was the only thing keeping the silence from swallowing you whole. you sat on the edge of the damp wooden bench, your thumb hovering over a screen filled with lies.
mom: i wish you were here
mom: can i video call you? grandma wants to say hi
mom: i'm sure sure you're alone again
you: i can't now
mom: why? at work again?
you: no, i’m just at a party too. hanging out with friends. it's just loud here, the music is too loud and there's a lot of people so i can't call.
mom: how nice! have fun!
your mother’s messages felt like tiny lead weights. she wanted to see your face, to hear the noise of a life you weren't actually living. behind you, the city was dark, and the "party" was just the sound of a distant siren and the cold wind biting at your ankles. you felt small, curled into your oversized blue hoodie, trying to blink away the sting in your eyes before it could turn into something more permanent.
the truth was that you're embarrassingly homesick. you miss your mom's cooking, you miss your childhood friends, you miss taking late night drives and sitting in the park, talking about nothing in particular. but you're the one who chose to pick the furthest university that accepted you so you're not about to admit it.
then, he walked into the light of the terminal, a flash of ink, coral and tan.
it was sukuna.
you recognized him immediately—the star athlete, the guy who usually had a trail of teammates behind him and a jersey that seemed three sizes too small for his frame. on campus, he was the guy everyone gave a wide berth to, not just because of his size, but because of that permanent, unfriendly scowl he wore like a warning to stay away.
but as he got closer, the scowl wasn't there.
you blinked, watching him stumble into the light. he looked different without the jock-squad. he looked human.
and then, he saw you.
he froze for a second, his hand flying up to cover his face, but he wasn't fast enough. “what the fuck is she doing here?”
in the harsh glare of the streetlamp, you saw it: his eyes were red, puffy and raw, the tell-tale sign of a long, heavy cry.
huffing, he pulled his jacket tight, his tough-guy persona struggling to click back into place. he let out a sharp, wet sniff and wiped his nose with the back of a cold hand.
"hey!" he called out, his voice cracking slightly before he lowered it into his usual tone. he walked over, trying to loom, though the effect was ruined by the way his shoulders slumped. "why are you sitting here alone? it's late."
he peered down at you, his intimidating height usually enough to make anyone nervous, but your eyes were fixed on the tears he was desperately trying to stem. his flushed face made the tattoos framing his face pop.
“are you okay?” he questioned, strong brows lowered as he stared at you down the line of his crooked nose.
his hair was a mess of salmon tufts, flames licking the tips and melting them into a burnt orange now that he's backlit by the warm glow of a streetlight that crowns his head like a halo.
"are you okay?" you countered, your voice soft. "your eyes... they're really red and puffy."
sukuna stiffened, snapping his head away as if he’d been slapped. he let out a sharp, defensive huff, his hand scrubbing at his face again.
"oh, um, yeah," he muttered, his voice thick. "i'm fine. it's just allergies. this damn city air, you know?"
he tried to laugh, but it came out as a wet, miserable sound. he sat down on the far end of the bench, looking everywhere but at you. despite his reputation for being mean and scary, he looked incredibly small right now.
"okay," you said gently, not pushing it. "i'm fine too."
he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, the tough facade slipping back into place, though it looked more like a mask than a reality.
"you shouldn't be out here," he grumbled, looking at your small frame and then back at the dark street. "a girl like you shouldn't be sitting at a bus stop alone this late. it’s not safe. where are your friends?"
you looked down at your phone, the screen still showing the lie you'd sent to your mom about being at a party. you didn't have the heart to tell him you were just as lonely as he clearly was.
"sorry," he added after a moment of silence, his voice dropping to a whisper as he swatted a fresh stray tear away. "i've just got some really bad allergies tonight."
you sat together in the silence of the rain, two people from the same campus who didn't know each other at all, both holding onto lies just to get through the night.
reaching into your grocery bag, the plastic crinkling loudly in the quiet night, you pulled out two small cartons of apple juice. you nudged his arm, offering one.
"here," you said softly. "sorry i don’t have a beer. we can pretend though," you sang, wiggling the box at him.
sukuna looked at the tiny straw and the bright packaging, a sudden, genuine bark of laughter escaping him. his hand dwarfed the juice box comically.
"apple juice? really?" he took it anyway, his large fingers clumsy with the small straw. "thanks. it’s actually better than a beer right now."
when the bus finally arrived, neither of you got on.
instead, he stood up and adjusted his bag. "look, it’s late. i’ll walk you home. i don't want to hear about some girl from my psych elective getting mugged because i was too busy suffering from allergies to be a gentleman."
the walk was surprisingly easy. you talked about the grueling professors you both shared and the way the campus dining hall always smelled like burnt onions. the scary aura he projected in the hallways melted away, revealing someone who was just tired.
as you turned down your street, you stopped and looked up at him. "are you sure you’re okay, sukuna?"
the wall went back up instantly. he shoved his hands in his pockets, staring at the pavement.
"well, even if i'm not, so what? what would you do about it?" he shrugged with a bitter, self-deprecating huff. "i'm too big for anyone to hug me the way i’d want. like, i couldn't even rest my head on your chest. it’d just look dumb."
“would you want to feel small when you're hugged?” you tilt your head to the side, curious rather than judgemental as you nibble on your lips, your hair fluffy and ruffled by the breeze.
honestly that made it worse as he rubbed a hand down his face again, dragging his eyelids and cheeks, embarrassed, groaning into his hands, the heels of his palms pressed into his eyes.
“when you say it like that it sounds even more embarrassing,” he grumbles, hands dropping as he glances up at the starry sky to avoid your gaze.
you looked around the dimly lit sidewalk. near a pile of construction debris sat an old, sturdy plastic bucket. without a word, you dragged it over and stepped up.
now, for the first time, you were looking down at him. you opened your arms wide. thinking better of his size, you spread them a bit more, expression expectant.
"what are you..." he trailed off, eyes squinted in confusion and incredulity.
eyes narrowing in suspicion, he frowned. “not funny if that's your joke.”
"it's not a joke," you assured him firmly. “come on, i'm not gonna stand like this forever.”
"whatever," he muttered, but his feet moved forward anyway. he leaned in, burying his face against your shoulder, his large frame finally relaxing as he let you hold him.
heat enveloped you. you stayed like that for a long time, the only sound was the distant hum of the city.
eventually, he started to chuckle against your hoodie that smells like fabric softener and perfume. "this is ridiculous. you’re standing on a bucket."
"shut up," you laughed, pulling back just enough to look at him.
the laughter died out. the air between you changed, turning thick and charged. you found yourselves staring deeply into each other's eyes, the streetlamp casting long shadows across his face.
tentatively, he leaned in, lips pressing to yours in. the kiss was soft at first, a hesitant question, but it deepened quickly when you moved yours too. as he began to tilt his head, his tongue flicking out against the seam of your lips to slip in, you let out a small, sharp intake of breath—a tiny, surprised noise.
he practically jumped back. "fuck, i’m sorry! shit, i... i shouldn't have—"
"it's okay," you interrupted, your face flushed. "i've just... never kissed anyone before."
sukuna’s face went from pale to a deep, panicked crimson. "what? like, ever? your first kiss? what was i thinking?" he started pacing the small patch of sidewalk. “what were you thinking?! you’re supposed to give that to someone important, not some random guy from uni you met at a bus stop!”
maybe those texts he got from his father earlier were right. maybe sukuna is a fucking disappointment. he kept fucking screwing up.
"no, no! i wanted to give it to you," you cut his rant off, stepping off the bucket. "i don't regret it."
chewing on the words, you peer at your sneakers, rocking on your heels, gaze dragging back up to him, eyes shimmering with sincerity. “besides, who said you're not important?”
that seemed to break his brain. for the rest of the walk to your apartment, the confident athlete was gone. he responded to everything in bashful grunts and short nods, his ears glowing red in the dark.
at your front door, you fished your keys out of your pocket. you looked up at him one last time, a playful smile on your lips. "so has your allergy gotten better?"
he blinked, looking confused for a split second before remembering his cover story. he cleared his throat, looking away shyly. "uh, yeah. it’s better now."
"good," you whispered, turning the key, a devastatingly sweet smile on your lips. "see you in class, sukuna."
“ryomen,” he offers, hands shoved deep in his pockets, mouth tingling and stomach fluttering as your brows raise, eyes doe-eyed and so fucking cute, he wants to smother you in his arms and kiss you silly again. “call me ryomen.”
“ah,” you nod slowly, suppressing a giddy grin. “goodnight, ryo,” your mouth rounds at the last letter, his skin prickling in delight.
leaving that encounter, you realise that maybe this city isn't that different from home after all and sukuna accepts that he isn't as disappointing as his old man thinks.
a pretty, kind girl like you shared your juice with him, hugged him like he always wanted and gave him your first kiss, after all.
“ew— you like green apple?” you side eye sukuna who is picking out the green jolly rancher. he looks at you, confusion on his face. “you don’t?” he rips off the packaging, popping the candy into his mouth.
“you’d rather have the green jolly rancher over the blue one?!” you exclaimed. you snatch the bag of jolly ranchers out sukuna’s hand, picking out a blue jolly rancher for yourself.
sukuna scoffs, “i don’t know, baby. blue is just overrated.” he doesn’t say it in a bad way, it was very lighthearted. you look up at him, popping the candy into your mouth.
he’s staring at you, again. you hate and love when he looks at you like this, a soft gaze, a small smirk. you hate it because you never know what he’s up to, what he’s thinking about. but, you love it at the same time.
you love that he looks at you differently than his usual demeanor. mean, cold.
you stare into each others eyes, a moment passes before sukuna breaks the silence. “alright.. whats your favorite flavor of jolly rancher.” you pop back into reality, thinking of what to say.
you say muffled from the candy into your mouth, “the blue one, even if you say its.. ‘overrated.’ what about you, kuna?” you roll your eyes with a soft smile. “it is overrated. but, if you like, then it’s okay. but personally, my favorite is grape.” he says confidently, a smile on his face.
you stare at him, a shocked look on your face. “what.”
“what did i say?” sukuna’s expression changes from a smile to a confused look. tilting his head, “do you not think grape is good?” he gives a small chuckle of confusion.
you shake your head. “no!?” you look into the bag for any purple jolly ranchers. you find a few, taking them out of the bag. “this, this right here.. is your favorite flavor??” you inspect the candy.
“i don’t get what's so bad about grape.” sukuna says wholeheartedly. he is such a weirdo.
you giggle, you didn’t wanna argue over such trivial matters. its just a flavor. you put the jolly ranchers back into the bag, turning your attention to sukuna.
“kuna.. you are a weirdo. but, it’s okay. because i love you.” you say leaning into sukuna, placing a small kiss on his lips. he smiles, still confused, but he doesn’t care. “i love you too, baby.” he places kisses all over your face.
taykunas: if this is ass… its okay. and its not proofread LMFAO!!!
also i like the blue jolly rancher. goated flavor tbh
sigh, i know this can be seen as toxic sometimes, but...
sukuna always fixing your clothes when you're out.
pulling your top up with a big unapologetic hand when it dips too low, giving a generous view of your breasts.
pulling your skirt down and coming to stand behind you when you bend over carelessly, almost flashing everyone around you.
you can certainly wear whatever you want, he doesn't control you, but there are limits.
"you tryna give everyone a free show or something?"
you smile up at him, carefree, tilting your head all cute. "you'd never let that happen, baby."
"tch." he rolls his eyes playfully, trying to hide his smirk as he slides his arm around your waist, pride filling his chest as he scans the room, sure to scare anyone off that looks at you for too long.
“ew— you like green apple?” you side eye sukuna who is picking out the green jolly rancher. he looks at you, confusion on his face. “you don’t?” he rips off the packaging, popping the candy into his mouth.
“you’d rather have the green jolly rancher over the blue one?!” you exclaimed. you snatch the bag of jolly ranchers out sukuna’s hand, picking out a blue jolly rancher for yourself.
sukuna scoffs, “i don’t know, baby. blue is just overrated.” he doesn’t say it in a bad way, it was very lighthearted. you look up at him, popping the candy into your mouth.
he’s staring at you, again. you hate and love when he looks at you like this, a soft gaze, a small smirk. you hate it because you never know what he’s up to, what he’s thinking about. but, you love it at the same time.
you love that he looks at you differently than his usual demeanor. mean, cold.
you stare into each others eyes, a moment passes before sukuna breaks the silence. “alright.. whats your favorite flavor of jolly rancher.” you pop back into reality, thinking of what to say.
you say muffled from the candy into your mouth, “the blue one, even if you say its.. ‘overrated.’ what about you, kuna?” you roll your eyes with a soft smile. “it is overrated. but, if you like, then it’s okay. but personally, my favorite is grape.” he says confidently, a smile on his face.
you stare at him, a shocked look on your face. “what.”
“what did i say?” sukuna’s expression changes from a smile to a confused look. tilting his head, “do you not think grape is good?” he gives a small chuckle of confusion.
you shake your head. “no!?” you look into the bag for any purple jolly ranchers. you find a few, taking them out of the bag. “this, this right here.. is your favorite flavor??” you inspect the candy.
“i don’t get what's so bad about grape.” sukuna says wholeheartedly. he is such a weirdo.
you giggle, you didn’t wanna argue over such trivial matters. its just a flavor. you put the jolly ranchers back into the bag, turning your attention to sukuna.
“kuna.. you are a weirdo. but, it’s okay. because i love you.” you say leaning into sukuna, placing a small kiss on his lips. he smiles, still confused, but he doesn’t care. “i love you too, baby.” he places kisses all over your face.
taykunas: if this is ass… its okay. and its not proofread LMFAO!!!
also i like the blue jolly rancher. goated flavor tbh
sukuna was perched up on your plush couch, watching the purple wax melt up transforming into a hot liquid in the wax heater. an irritated expression carving his features as he scoffs at the concept of him getting his rosy pink bush waxed just because you wanted to experiment with your new wax heater.
as the wax fully melted in the heater, you put a beige wooden stick in it and scooped out some wax. you twirled the stick around so none would accidentally drip. you smeared a nice thick layer just above his base.
he winced as you smeared the wax on him like you were making peanut butter and jelly. his fingers gripping the couch with such a significant force his knuckles turned white. the warmth of the wax was a rush that felt way too good for him.
your delicate hands had already left him aching with anticipation, but you paid no mind to it, too focused on finally using your equipment on him
after a few seconds the wax hardened. you put your hand on it to test if it was hard enough to strip off. “‘m gonna pull it..” you warned.. “3…2…1!” you suddenly pulled it off and the sensation felt too strong for sukuna to handle.
“oh fuck…” he groaned, the overwhelming pleasure shot right up to his cock. head thrown back on the pillows, hips jerking upward and his toes curling in his socks as his cum spurts out on your hand, on the couch, on everything.
you freeze. blinking at him in shock as your brain tries to catch up with what just happened. still holding the dried wax with sukunas pink pubes plastered on it.. and drips of his cum.
“don’t.” he growled, closing his legs and scooting upwards. “dont u fuckin dare laugh u hear me?” he husked, even though his face turned a shade of beet red.
you tried to swallow down the laugh forming in your throat… but you just couldn’t.. who the fuck cums that easily just by getting their dick waxed ?
sukuna when he runs into a classmate at the bus stop
the fluorescent hum of the bus stop was the only thing keeping the silence from swallowing you whole. you sat on the edge of the damp wooden bench, your thumb hovering over a screen filled with lies.
mom: i wish you were here
mom: can i video call you? grandma wants to say hi
mom: i'm sure sure you're alone again
you: i can't now
mom: why? at work again?
you: no, i’m just at a party too. hanging out with friends. it's just loud here, the music is too loud and there's a lot of people so i can't call.
mom: how nice! have fun!
your mother’s messages felt like tiny lead weights. she wanted to see your face, to hear the noise of a life you weren't actually living. behind you, the city was dark, and the "party" was just the sound of a distant siren and the cold wind biting at your ankles. you felt small, curled into your oversized blue hoodie, trying to blink away the sting in your eyes before it could turn into something more permanent.
the truth was that you're embarrassingly homesick. you miss your mom's cooking, you miss your childhood friends, you miss taking late night drives and sitting in the park, talking about nothing in particular. but you're the one who chose to pick the furthest university that accepted you so you're not about to admit it.
then, he walked into the light of the terminal, a flash of ink, coral and tan.
it was sukuna.
you recognized him immediately—the star athlete, the guy who usually had a trail of teammates behind him and a jersey that seemed three sizes too small for his frame. on campus, he was the guy everyone gave a wide berth to, not just because of his size, but because of that permanent, unfriendly scowl he wore like a warning to stay away.
but as he got closer, the scowl wasn't there.
you blinked, watching him stumble into the light. he looked different without the jock-squad. he looked human.
and then, he saw you.
he froze for a second, his hand flying up to cover his face, but he wasn't fast enough. “what the fuck is she doing here?”
in the harsh glare of the streetlamp, you saw it: his eyes were red, puffy and raw, the tell-tale sign of a long, heavy cry.
huffing, he pulled his jacket tight, his tough-guy persona struggling to click back into place. he let out a sharp, wet sniff and wiped his nose with the back of a cold hand.
"hey!" he called out, his voice cracking slightly before he lowered it into his usual tone. he walked over, trying to loom, though the effect was ruined by the way his shoulders slumped. "why are you sitting here alone? it's late."
he peered down at you, his intimidating height usually enough to make anyone nervous, but your eyes were fixed on the tears he was desperately trying to stem. his flushed face made the tattoos framing his face pop.
“are you okay?” he questioned, strong brows lowered as he stared at you down the line of his crooked nose.
his hair was a mess of salmon tufts, flames licking the tips and melting them into a burnt orange now that he's backlit by the warm glow of a streetlight that crowns his head like a halo.
"are you okay?" you countered, your voice soft. "your eyes... they're really red and puffy."
sukuna stiffened, snapping his head away as if he’d been slapped. he let out a sharp, defensive huff, his hand scrubbing at his face again.
"oh, um, yeah," he muttered, his voice thick. "i'm fine. it's just allergies. this damn city air, you know?"
he tried to laugh, but it came out as a wet, miserable sound. he sat down on the far end of the bench, looking everywhere but at you. despite his reputation for being mean and scary, he looked incredibly small right now.
"okay," you said gently, not pushing it. "i'm fine too."
he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, the tough facade slipping back into place, though it looked more like a mask than a reality.
"you shouldn't be out here," he grumbled, looking at your small frame and then back at the dark street. "a girl like you shouldn't be sitting at a bus stop alone this late. it’s not safe. where are your friends?"
you looked down at your phone, the screen still showing the lie you'd sent to your mom about being at a party. you didn't have the heart to tell him you were just as lonely as he clearly was.
"sorry," he added after a moment of silence, his voice dropping to a whisper as he swatted a fresh stray tear away. "i've just got some really bad allergies tonight."
you sat together in the silence of the rain, two people from the same campus who didn't know each other at all, both holding onto lies just to get through the night.
reaching into your grocery bag, the plastic crinkling loudly in the quiet night, you pulled out two small cartons of apple juice. you nudged his arm, offering one.
"here," you said softly. "sorry i don’t have a beer. we can pretend though," you sang, wiggling the box at him.
sukuna looked at the tiny straw and the bright packaging, a sudden, genuine bark of laughter escaping him. his hand dwarfed the juice box comically.
"apple juice? really?" he took it anyway, his large fingers clumsy with the small straw. "thanks. it’s actually better than a beer right now."
when the bus finally arrived, neither of you got on.
instead, he stood up and adjusted his bag. "look, it’s late. i’ll walk you home. i don't want to hear about some girl from my psych elective getting mugged because i was too busy suffering from allergies to be a gentleman."
the walk was surprisingly easy. you talked about the grueling professors you both shared and the way the campus dining hall always smelled like burnt onions. the scary aura he projected in the hallways melted away, revealing someone who was just tired.
as you turned down your street, you stopped and looked up at him. "are you sure you’re okay, sukuna?"
the wall went back up instantly. he shoved his hands in his pockets, staring at the pavement.
"well, even if i'm not, so what? what would you do about it?" he shrugged with a bitter, self-deprecating huff. "i'm too big for anyone to hug me the way i’d want. like, i couldn't even rest my head on your chest. it’d just look dumb."
“would you want to feel small when you're hugged?” you tilt your head to the side, curious rather than judgemental as you nibble on your lips, your hair fluffy and ruffled by the breeze.
honestly that made it worse as he rubbed a hand down his face again, dragging his eyelids and cheeks, embarrassed, groaning into his hands, the heels of his palms pressed into his eyes.
“when you say it like that it sounds even more embarrassing,” he grumbles, hands dropping as he glances up at the starry sky to avoid your gaze.
you looked around the dimly lit sidewalk. near a pile of construction debris sat an old, sturdy plastic bucket. without a word, you dragged it over and stepped up.
now, for the first time, you were looking down at him. you opened your arms wide. thinking better of his size, you spread them a bit more, expression expectant.
"what are you..." he trailed off, eyes squinted in confusion and incredulity.
eyes narrowing in suspicion, he frowned. “not funny if that's your joke.”
"it's not a joke," you assured him firmly. “come on, i'm not gonna stand like this forever.”
"whatever," he muttered, but his feet moved forward anyway. he leaned in, burying his face against your shoulder, his large frame finally relaxing as he let you hold him.
heat enveloped you. you stayed like that for a long time, the only sound was the distant hum of the city.
eventually, he started to chuckle against your hoodie that smells like fabric softener and perfume. "this is ridiculous. you’re standing on a bucket."
"shut up," you laughed, pulling back just enough to look at him.
the laughter died out. the air between you changed, turning thick and charged. you found yourselves staring deeply into each other's eyes, the streetlamp casting long shadows across his face.
tentatively, he leaned in, lips pressing to yours in. the kiss was soft at first, a hesitant question, but it deepened quickly when you moved yours too. as he began to tilt his head, his tongue flicking out against the seam of your lips to slip in, you let out a small, sharp intake of breath—a tiny, surprised noise.
he practically jumped back. "fuck, i’m sorry! shit, i... i shouldn't have—"
"it's okay," you interrupted, your face flushed. "i've just... never kissed anyone before."
sukuna’s face went from pale to a deep, panicked crimson. "what? like, ever? your first kiss? what was i thinking?" he started pacing the small patch of sidewalk. “what were you thinking?! you’re supposed to give that to someone important, not some random guy from uni you met at a bus stop!”
maybe those texts he got from his father earlier were right. maybe sukuna is a fucking disappointment. he kept fucking screwing up.
"no, no! i wanted to give it to you," you cut his rant off, stepping off the bucket. "i don't regret it."
chewing on the words, you peer at your sneakers, rocking on your heels, gaze dragging back up to him, eyes shimmering with sincerity. “besides, who said you're not important?”
that seemed to break his brain. for the rest of the walk to your apartment, the confident athlete was gone. he responded to everything in bashful grunts and short nods, his ears glowing red in the dark.
at your front door, you fished your keys out of your pocket. you looked up at him one last time, a playful smile on your lips. "so has your allergy gotten better?"
he blinked, looking confused for a split second before remembering his cover story. he cleared his throat, looking away shyly. "uh, yeah. it’s better now."
"good," you whispered, turning the key, a devastatingly sweet smile on your lips. "see you in class, sukuna."
“ryomen,” he offers, hands shoved deep in his pockets, mouth tingling and stomach fluttering as your brows raise, eyes doe-eyed and so fucking cute, he wants to smother you in his arms and kiss you silly again. “call me ryomen.”
“ah,” you nod slowly, suppressing a giddy grin. “goodnight, ryo,” your mouth rounds at the last letter, his skin prickling in delight.
leaving that encounter, you realise that maybe this city isn't that different from home after all and sukuna accepts that he isn't as disappointing as his old man thinks.
a pretty, kind girl like you shared your juice with him, hugged him like he always wanted and gave him your first kiss, after all.
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