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While planning your life out as a child, you didn’t expect to be married by 24, to a man nearly fifteen years older than you no less. But Ryōmen Sukuna, the brute of a farmer, was the best plausible husband and father.
cw- p in v, soft kuna, pregnancy, body worshipping, shower sex, oral fem rec, fingering, gentle sex, preg sex
By definition you were a pacifist, so much so you wouldn't kill a bug, let alone an animal. You hadn't even eaten meat in years, finding it gruelish.
So, well, it didn't necessarily make sense who your husband was. A brute of a farmer, the man who supplied the beef for the local shops. Giving the animals he cared for, a gentle life, and then butchering them.
You held your inherent biases, but you worked past them. He gave the livestock good lives, taking awfully good care of them, and even better care of you.
Maybe the care he treated you with had something to do with his age, nearly fifteen years older than you.
Sure you were a little young to already be settled down, married and with a child, another on the way, but the life you held was peaceful. Spending your days treating your lush garden, and caring for your nearly two year old son.
He ran around you now, almost tripping on his own feet as you watched him. His small body hardly managed to hold himself up at the speed he jogged, chasing after a Monarch.
A hand rubbed on your five month along belly as you watched your son play. He had hair like his fathers, thick and salmony in color. But his eyes were more akin to yours.
Sukuna viewed you from across the yard as he stocked the cows with more hay, a hand coming to brush its brown fur. Fur that you insisted he conditioned because, ‘he's so cute that way’.
He felt a small tug at his once hardened heart, that had him realise just how domesticated he had grown.
If he had known five years ago, he would find himself with a child running around the ranch, he would be appalled. He couldn’t imagine letting a woman into his home, let alone children. But he couldn’t be happier.
He walked up to you, plopping down on the dirt. Your head found its way to rest on his shoulder, his resting on yours.
“I'm so happy lately.” You admitted as a breeze messing with your hair. “You make me happy, Ryō.” You added.
He smiled at your words, the monster of a man kissing the top of your head. “I love you.” He spoke, his voice as gruff as always though his words were sweet.
Your son burst into tears as the butterfly got away from him, running back to his doting parents.
“Mommy!” He hiccuped, pointing to the sky. “He got away!” He sobbed out, climbing into your lap, seeking the comfort of his mother.
You brought a hand to his head gently massaging. “Shhh, t’is okay honey.” He pressed his face into your chest, his tears and snot coating your shirt. “It's okay.” His sobs gently slowed down but his tiny hands dug into your blouse.
Sukuna really did love you, he loved the gentleness you treated your son with, as well as the animals. He loved your world views, though he didn’t necessarily agree, and the soft smile you held when you looked at him.
“Its getting late, baby.” You told your son, as well as your husband as the sun started to set. Sukuna nodded, and stood up, lifting your son along with him.
You struggled lightly as you tried to stand, your pregnancy being a slight hindrance although you were still in the second trimester.
Your husband made no offer to help, since he remembered the countless scowls, and hormone filled fights you’ve had with him, insisting you didn't need his help on simple things.
You sat on the edge of your son’s bed, your husband in the chair next to it, as you began reading him a bed time story.
You continued until you heard your son's soft snores filling the quant room. You took Sukuna’s hand in your own as you both walked to your room.
“You really need a shower.” You easily joked, swaying your hand with his.
“Shower with me.” He replied without hesitation.
You frowned as you plopped down on the bed, you had well, insecurities, with your changing body. And you were sure your husband was aware.
“Ryō-.” You started but were cut off with a soft kiss across your lips. His calloused hands caressing your soft body.
“Cmon baby.” He muttered before applying wet and sloppy kisses against your pulse. “Been t’long.”
And well he was right, it had been a while. You closed yourself off to him when you started showing. Self consciousness, choking you every time things heated up.
And your husband was surprisingly understanding. Although to him, you were undoubtedly your sexiest when growing a child, his child.
“O-kay!” You choked out in between whimpers, already feeling the arousal coating your panties.
He smirked into your skin, tucking his hands under your thighs and lifting you up. You wrapped your legs around him.
He mummered something sweet you weren’t listening to while carrying you to the bathroom, placing you on the counter. He turned around only for a second to get the water going, before spinning around to you and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, his hands slipping under your shirt.
“S’cha pretty girl.” He murmured as your shirt slipped off you.
You felt a familiar sting of embarrassment, insecurity, as his eyes took you in. “Ryō-.”You started, but he instantly cut you off, again.
“You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.” He purred as he reached behind you, unclipping your bra.
He wetly kissed your boobs, his teeth lightly grazing your nipples when he reminded himself to be gentle. A hand moving to caress your stomach.
He kissed down on your tummy. “You're perfect.” He assured you. “Best thing ever.” He kissed again. “Love you so much.”
He moved his hands to start yanking down your pants, and you let out a startled noise. “Ryō you still have your shirt on!”. You whined, not wanting to be fully naked, while he was still clothed.
He chuckled at your whines, and yanked his shirt off. “Is this what you wanted to see, baby?” He asked, as you took in the sight of him, sliding to his knees in front of you.
You loved the view of his chiselled chest, and abs. Black rampant tatoo’s over taking him. He looked so menacing, so scary. Yet here he was now on his knee’s, pulling your pants off as softly as he could muster, forcing himself to use all of his self restraint.
“Fuck.” He whispered, taking in your soaked panties, the fabric clinging to your folds. “You're soaked.” He mummered, pressing his thumb on your clothed clit.
You shuddered at the feeling, and he kissed your cunt through your panties. “Know m’already said it but you're perfect.” His hands yanked around the band, pulling them down and off.
He dived right back into your gooey cunt, his tongue dragging symbols only he would be able to decipher.
Your toes curled into themselves, your hands grabbing at your husbands red hair. He grunted at the feeling, a feeling he used to hate. Years ago, he dreaded the idea of having to go down on a woman, having her pitifully tug at his hair, but now he constantly craved your sweet, creamy, pussy.
His calloused hands dug into your hips to still you, as you started to thrustbup into his face, craving the relief of your impending orgasm.
His tongue slipped into your hole, thrusting it in and out. A mix of your juices and his spit falling down his chin. He would never be able to get enough of this, he realized.
He was in love with her before you. In love with your pretty syrupy pussy.
You quivered around his tongue, so he pulled away, not offering you the sweet hot bliss you craved. “Please.” You begged. “N-eed you!”
“Do you need me?” He smiled, pressing a finger into you, but keeping it still. “Say it again, baby.”
“I need you!” Your breath hitched as he pushed another finger in. “So bad! Puhh-lease!!!” You sobbed.
His smile grew, as he started thrusting his fingers in and out of your tight hole. He kissed the inside of your thigh. You squeezed down on his fingers, drowning in the pleasure.
You mewled and whined, as your back arched. The familiar knot in your stomach, getting so close to breaking, and you let it break all over your husband's fingers, drenching them.
“Fuckin hell’.” He grunted, though a smile was splayed on his face, as he looked at the mess you made. “Let's get ya’ in the shower.”
You nodded along, attempting to catch your laboured breath. Sukuna pulled his pants off before once again lifting you up, into the shower this time.
He placed you down on your shaky legs, the water hitting the both of you in gentle droplets. He lathered soap in his hands and you pouted.
“Ryōmennn!” You whined, your hands tracing his tattoos. “Pleaaase! I want you!”
He smirked again. That’s what he was waiting to hear.
Turning you around, you placed your hands on the shower wall. Your husband slipping into your warm cunt in one go. You moaned at the stretch, the feeling of his cock splitting you open.
His thrusts were gentler than usual, paranoia creeping into the back of his mind about your pregnancy.
Your fingers clawed at the wall, profanities slipping from your husband's mouth. “M-ade for me.” He grunted out. “This cunt was made for me.” His hands slipping in front of you to thumb at your clit.
Your orgasm was approaching you embarrassingly fast, but you fought it off as long as you could. Trying hard to push it off, wanting to cum with your husband.
His face reached down, peppering small kisses on your neck. His hard cock drilling into you, hitting all your sweet spots.
Your walls stuttered and fluttered around him, your orgasm not being able to be held off anymore. With one final mewl, and an arch of your back you were finishing around him, juices rapidly sputtering.
Sukuna followed quickly after, his cum stuffing you full.
By definition Ryōmen Sukuna was a man whore. Drawn to the warm fleeting comfort of women, but never letting them stay, break down his walls.
cw- p in v, fingering, oral fem + male rec, creampies, cheating(?), degratoin, praise, sukuna hoeing around, yn lowk a shitty freind, makin him wait, big dick kuna, making it fit, spit, mentioned baby trapping, porn wit to much plot, denial, edging, (most warnings come into play next chapter)
Well, until he met somebody who didnt offer him that one comfort, but so many others
wc- 5375
A rigid frown yanked on Sukuna’s face. “You fucking cheated on me!” The small girl in front of him screeched, pulling the attention of the people lingering in the crowded hall.
The worst part about this whole ordeal is that he literally didn't. To be cheating on somebody you have to be fucking dating them, and he had made it more than clear, the two of them were not a thing.
“We aren't dating.” He hissed under his breath. “Why would I owe you my loyalty?”
The small girl felt a familiar tremble of her chin, aswell as pressure build behind her eyes at Sukuna’s words- she knew they weren't dating, nothing more than fuck buddies, but still, she thought he wouldn’t be sleeping around.
She thought she meant something to him, but clearly she was mistaken. “I t-hought.” She stuttered over her words as her tears escaped from her large eyes.
He scoffed. “Well, clearly you thought wrong.” He shrugged. “Why would I be loyal to you, you're no different- ." His less than soft words were cut off with a harsh hand against his face.
The smacking sound resonated through the cramped hall and Sukuna felt a rush of indignation he knew well, but a trained and ;arge sigh pushed his feelings away. Discipline and restraint were something he knew well, constantly fighting back rather violent urges.
The girl ran into the classroom, scurrying to her usual seat. Sukuna slowly followed after, walking into the class. Figuring he couldn’t sit in his seat next to her, where he usually did, his eyes scanned for an empty seat.
The available one being next to you.
A rather cute girl. You wore a baggy sweater, so he couldn't make out your figure much, but he still deemed you his type.
He smoothly slid into the seat next to you, irked that you didn't bother to look up at him. As he now could see you closer, more intently, he noticed the purplish shadowing under your eyes.
Your eyes suddenly found his, your eyebrows scrunching. There was a harsh red hand print on his face, viscous and surely painful.
“Are you okay?” Your soft and sweet voice questioned. A genuine hint of a concern slipping through your nectarous mouth.
One eyebrow raised on Sukuna’s face at your question, confusion apparent. And then he realized what you were talking about. “Mhm, t’is nothing.” He replied, his hand slipping up to touch the marking.
You leaned over the desk, slipping an elbow onto it, your hand being placed on your chin. “What happened?” You questioned.
Sukuna thought for a moment, he wasn't about to tell you some bitch he was sleeping with slapped him. “A was a bug on me.” He dead panned.
You giggled, and sukuna grinned at that. Your laugh was pretty, inherently mellifluous. He definitely wanted to hear it again.
“So what's your name bunny?” The nickname slipped from his mouth before he registered it, he couldn't help it. The pet name came naturally, as he found your looks reminiscent of the animal.
A warmth invaded your face at his words, a momentary flush of your cheeks. “Y/N.” You replied back. “You?”
“Ryōmen Sukuna.” He spoke. He watched as his name pulled any trace of amusement from your features.
“Oh.” You huffed. You have definitely heard that name before. A womaniser around campus, a member of Pi Kappa Alpha.
He even slept with one of your friends, on and off for around two months. He left her hysterical, her small heart shattered.
Quite honestly you weren't interested in continuing a conversation with such a man, but he kept speaking. “Have you heard of me?” He figured you had from the reaction.
“You used to see my friend, Elles." You spoke.
Sukuna could read women’s emotions like a book, see through them. But he didn't need that skill to know he was fucked.
Elles was a girl he did particularly dirty. He would often whisper sweet nothings into her daintry ear, promised her they were going to date, that she was different and then he went ghost.
It was his turn to say “Oh” now. He noticed you turn away from him and divert all your attention back to your notebook, that didn't surprise him.
As the lecture started sukuna intently watched you take color coded notes, hardly taking his own. He liked that, the organisation.
You didn't look at him once. Well not until the professor announced a group project, partnering people with their seat mates, because of course. You and sukuna both exchanged numbers, saying you would plan something out, and then you left.
He texted you early that evening while lounging in bed.
Y/N
.heyyy
. read 8:31
hi.
delivered 9:12
Your late reply slightly bothered him since you literally had read receipts on. He didn't let it get to him.
Y/N
when r u free
im good with tmrw if you r ?
. read 9:45
that works.
delivered 9:49
is the library okay?
delivered 9:53
Both of you quickly came to a consensus on a time, one he agreed with begrudgingly because it was early and he hardly ever woke up early.
But he did, pulling himself out of his comfortable bed at seven am. Forcing himself into the shower the scolding hot water forcing tension out of muscles and pulling the sleepiness away from him.
When he got to the library you were already there. Tucked into a small computer typing on a laptop decorated in cute stickers.
He slid into a chair diagonole from you. “So?” He asked as he looked at you. “How are we doing this?”
For the first time you took in Sukuna’s face. He was insanely, unfairly handsome. Black wisteric tattoo’s covered him and you wanted to ask what they meant, but you didn't want him to think you cared.
Cause you didn't.
You however did wish he wasn't the literal definition of a man-whore. He was your type, tall, way taller than you, staggering over you. He was buff as well, insanely built. You sighed.
“Well we can do the research together.” You spoke. “But if it's okay with you I’ d prefer to handle the essay.” You said, unconsciously fiddling with the soft ends of your hair.
Sukuna thought you were cute, and in today’s outfit he had a more clear idea of your figure, and fuck.
You wore black fleece sweatpants and a lightly cropped tanktop. Hardly even a sliver of cleavage showed but it had Sukuna thinking depraved, unholy thoughts about you. Your cushiony, plump thighs and hips, he bit into his cheek and forced his thoughts to change.
“Sure, I'm fine with that.” He smoothly replied to you, digging into his bag to pull out his own laptop. “But I want to check your work.”
You bit back a smile at that, you were going to say the same thing. “Like wise.” You spoke.
“We still need to pick a topic.” Sukuna spoke. The project was for your child development class.
“How neglectful parents affect the development of children, and follow them into their adult life.” You spoke quickly, like you already had it planned. “If that's okay with you.”
“Sure.” He spoke, starting to click away on his laptop. The both of you fell into a comfortable silence, typing away and taking notes. Sukuna would sometimes sneak glances at you, and a small smile would fall on his face. He felt comfortable in your presence, a feeling he rarely ever felt.
Ryōmen Sukuna lived his life on guard, never letting himself find comfort in others besides physically. It's not that anything was different about you, something was just inherently different about the moment.
It reminded him of chamomile tea, calming his nerves, cooling his skin. A temporary relief.
One of your brows arched as you looked over at the notes Sukuna was taking. They aggravated you, they were sloppy, and his hand writing was awful, there was literally no organization! Call it ocd or whatever, but it was driving you insane.
You tried to keep your voice polite as you spoke. “Your notes? Can I please rewrite them?” Your voice was practically a whine.
A smile popped up on his face, he had an inkling his notes would bother you since he’s seen yours. “Sure.” He replied, sliding his notebook over to you.He watched as you rewrote everything, your hand steady while you made sections. Using different coloured pens for all of them.
Sliding the notebook back to him you muttered something about it being easier to understand this way, and he couldn't help but agree.
After you both wrapped up, sukuna watched as you fumbled with your clearly dead phone. Unable to call for your uber to drive you back home you sighed, figuring you were gonna have to walk.
“Ill drive you.” Sukuna easily said, already walking to his black pickup truck. You stayed frozen in your tracks, yelling after him instead of following. “It’s fine! I’ll walk!”
He turned back around, rolling his eyes. “Dont be an idiot, c’mon.” You hesitated but followed after him.
He opened the door for you and you climbed into his passenger seat. You both silently buckled in before he slid you his phone telling you to put your address in.
You physically cringed when his music started to ring out, blakk rokkstar by ken karson filling the truck. He laughed at your reaction and told you to change it to whatever you liked.
You obliged, grabbing his phone again and scrolling spotify. You picked the song Louise by TV girl.
“What is this shit?” He laughed as he spoke on your music and you frowned.
“Umm Mr Opium you are surely not talking.” You bit back. “It's peak bro.” You spoke, but still skipped to the next song anyway. I don't know me like you do, by low hum, a song neither of you complained about.
You moved your eyes to sukuna, noticing just how concentrated he looked while driving. His eyes briefly flicked to yours, a crooked smile on his face before returning to the road.
His smiles whispered fake comfort. You saw what people saw in him, you understood it.
You were not about to let him do you like that either, no matter how tempting his falsities proved to be.
Sukuna felt an urge to place a hand on your thigh, it was his go-to when having a pretty girl in his car. He fought it off knowing you would be less than pleased with the action.
“Are you free tonight?” He suddenly questioned earning a weird look from you. You thought it was obvious you were uninterested.
“Why?”
“Have you ever been to a frat party?” He asked. Unluckily for you, and luckily for him you haven't, and well you wanted to.
Sure you had been invited before, but you just never felt comfortable going. And it was the end of the school year, you didn't know if you were going to be invited again.
“Are you trying to invite me to one?” You were both now sitting in front of your apartment complex, you moving to unbuckle yourself.
“Yeah.” He replied to you with another crooked smile on his face, his red orbs finding yours.
“What's the theme?” You asked, the eye contact starting to make you dizzy. You bit into your lip unconsciously.
Sukuna’s eyes dilated at your movement, briefly flicking to your lips then back to your stunning eyes. “Prey vs Pred, you'd have to dress up like a-uh prey animal.” He spoke. “Like a bunny, or deer.”
“Why can't I be a predator?” You fake pouted as you spoke. “I think I'd be a good predator.”
He rolled his eyes, breaking the lasting eye contact. “Girls are prey t’night.” He declared, his voice ever so smooth.
It was your turn to roll your eyes. “What are you dressing up as?” You asked.
“A fox.”
“That suits you.” You drawled your voice holding a pinch of sarcasm.
“Does it now?” He asked. You noticed a dimple in his cheeks you hadn't prior. “So are you coming?”
“I'm not sure.” You shrugged, your answer honest. It wasn't your scene, though you did have a bunny costume lying around. A forgotten, almost worn, Halloween costume. “Why do you want me to?”
“Your good company.” He clarified. “I’ll drive you, and promise to hang out with only you the whole night.” He added the last part because he figured you wouldn't know many people they’re.
Well he wasn't wrong in his assumption of you not being the party type, but you had accumulated a decent amount of friends who were.
“And if I don't want you around me the whole night?” You say sarcastically, because you honestly wouldn't mind the company.
He chuckled again. “Im sure you will.” He retorted.
“When should I be ready?” You asked, already regretting the choice.
“Ill be here around eight thirty.”
You nodded. “Is it okay if I don't stay long?” You sincerely asked.
“I'll drive you home the second you tell me you're ready.” He said while his hand fumbled with his steering wheel.
“Okay.” You said. “Thank you for the ride, I'll see you later, than” You spoke as you opened his door and started to climb out the car.
You didn't wait for his farewell, or look back when you made your way to the door.
Sukuna’s hand dug hard into his steering wheel as he made his drive back to the frat, only one thing on his mind. You. Or more like getting in your pants. He figured you weren't easy, and figured it wasn’t happening tonight. He was planning on getting you a little drunk, opening up, making you comfortable with him first.
Sukuna always kept himself restrained, keeping a cap on his temper, himself, and he had an inkling you were similar in your own ways.
You rummaged through the back of your closet, finding the old halloween costume you never wore. A floppy headband with bunny ears, and a short white dress that covered a decent portion of your ass.
You realized you were gonna look like a whore, but whatever. You tied your hair into two twin pig tails, and did your makeup after pulling the dress on.Doing a 360 in your mirror you figured you looked good enough. The only thing left to do was wait.
Sukuna was a fashionable fifteen minutes late to pick you up, and once again you climbed into his pickup truck.
Sukuna looked good, he had two fox ears pinned into his hair, while a black upside down triangle was drawn on his nose in eyeshadow. You wondered if a girl did it.
“Foxes hunt bunnies.” He dryly chucked as he took in your outfit. It was fitting, and he was floured at just how good you looked. You were perfect, and he wanted to ruin you.
You buckled into your seat, a small smile playing on your lips. You hummed in reply to him.
He had arctic monkeys playing this time. “Theyre one of my favorite bands.” You brought up casually, as sukuna started his drive to the frat.
Sukuna decided to not fight his urges this time around and placed his free hand on your thigh, his fingers digging into your bare, smooth skin.
“Me too.” He replied.
You recoiled at his touch, and grabbed his large hand within your own tearing it from your thigh. “We're not doing that.” You calmly spoke.
“Doing what?” He replied, chucking and pulling his hand onto his own knee. You glared at him.
“I’ll introduce you to some of my buddies.” He said to fill the silence, you nodded.
“Can I ask you something?” You questioned your hands fiddling with your fingers, you were nervous and Sukuna found it enduring, cute even.
“Sure.”
“What do your tattoos mean?” You asked. Sukuna’s whole body tensed at your question, it wasn't something he usually answered, honestly at least.
But the fastest way to your pants heart, would be through honesty, or well your empathy.
“When I was younger I got ina’ car crash.” He sighed as he spoke. “It took my parents and left me with so many scars, they cover them.”
You felt awful for even asking once you knew the answer. “Im so sorry.” For some reason you had an inkling he was lying, or just not being completely honest. He wasn’t, he did want to be though.
Sukuna at that moment realized he liked hearing you apologize, it sent tickles down his spine.
“It's fine.” He spoke as he turned onto a particularly crowded street, driving to his parking spot. “It was a while ago.”
You got out of the car first, and followed sukuna. The backyard, as well as the actual house was crowded, music, some shitty rap, playing.
He led you to a cooler in the yard. “Do you want a drink?” He asked, while grabbing himself a white claw.
You shook your head. “Um I don't drink.” You spoke. “Thank you though.”
He looked at you like you were crazy, with three heads. “Seriously?” He asked which you nodded to. “Why not?”
To him that was insane, you were freshly twenty one, legal, and probably wanted to blow off stress. And one of the few ways he knew how to blow off stress was drinking.
“Ah, I just don't like it.” You replied. Your eye caught sight of Elles, your friend who sukuna used to sleep with. You hoped she didn't see you with him. A wave of guilt washed over you.
“Water?” He asked, already reaching into the cooler to hand it to you. You nodded.
As the water reached your hand, one of sukuna’s friends(?) walked up to the both of you. Pale, milky perfect skin, and dazzling blue eyes. You figured the sky was often jealous of the color.
He had large markings of a snow leopard drawn upon his face. He was tall as well, but Sukuna was taller. They both towered over you.
“Gojo.” Sukuna questioned. “Whatsup?” You grabbed the water from Sukuna’s hand, sipping on it slowly.
“We're playing beer pong.” The snow leopard, who you know as gojo, spoke. “C’mon.”
Sukuna nodded. "C' mon’ bunny.” For the first time since gojo approached the two of you his blue eyes fell on you.
“This bunnie?” He asked.
Sukuna’s hand found its way to your hip, almost possessively. “Mhm.” You shook it off, and an amused glint appeared in the snow leopard's eye.
“This cute little thing?” He drawled on, a lopsided smile overtaking the white haired man's face.
Sukuna started his walk inside, effectively ignoring Gojo. You followed behind him, Gojo behind you.
The beer pong table was scratched, clearly abused. A raggedy couch alongside men, who were clearly close with sukuna based on their greetings, surrounded it.
You sat down on the couch, Gojo too quick to follow. “Soooo.” He drew on. "You're here with kuna ova’ they're?" He questioned, one eyebrow moving up.
“I guess.” You shrugged.
He leaned closer into your presence. “Ya’ don't sound too excited about it.” He threw an arm around the couch, around you. “Why’s that?” You leaned into his touch.
Your eye brows knitted together at his integration, and he took it as a sign to drop it. “Do you want a drink, bunbun?” He asked.
You pulled a little out of his hold, feeling uncomfortable with the proximity. “No, but thank you.” You easily answered.
“Boo.” He said. “Youre no fun.” He pouted.
Sukuna watched as Gojo continuously inched closer to you, ignoring the conversation he was having with Toji. His frown grew deeper.
“Satoru.” Sukuna’ spoke, his gruff voice catching both you as well as Gojo’s attention. “Let's go.”
Gojo perked up at the invitation, sliding off the couch. “Its been forever since we’ve played.” He began stretching his large, long limbs as if he was preparing for a fight, instead of a simple game of beer pong.
The teams were Gojo, and a rather emo looking guy. He had sharp eyes, and long hair pulled into a small ponytail.
Sukuna was teamed up with a broad, buff man. One, that looked a little too old to be in the frat, a scar split across his lip.
“We’ll go first.” Gojo’s chipper voice spoke.
Sukuna nodded, as well as the scar man.
The simple game of cup pong was close, Sukuna and Gojo, hardly ever missing. You were sure Gojo and the emo boy were going to take it, but at the last second Gojo slipped up, the ball landing on the floor.
Sukuna laughed, mockingly. He made the last shot swiftly and easily. You smiled at the outcome, standing up to give Sukuna a high five.
He high fived you back, before dabbing up his partner. The man you now know as Toji from Gojo’s whines on how “Sukuna and Toji are the only people who’ve ever beat me!”
You mumbled that you were going to the bathroom, Sukuna nodding as he continued his talk with Toji.
The bathroom had at least a five person line, you found your way to the end of it, leaning on the wall. That's when your eyes spotted Elles once again.
She waved, a gentle smile on her lip, as she walked up to approach you. “I didn't think I'd see you here!” She eagerly spoke, pulling you into a tight hug.
Her body was warm against you, tight and oppressive. A sea of guilt began to drown you once again, you shouldn't be here, especially with the guy who broke her heart.
“Yeah it was kinda last minute.” You pulled away from the hug first, and took notice of the pink blush coating her face. She was clearly tipsy, if not drunk.
“Oh!” She chirped. “Are you here with anybody?”
Your tongue fell dry in your mouth, freezing in your throat. “Um yea.” You spoke, your voice cracking, not wanting to betray your friend.
The bathroom line moved up, you following in place as she took hers behind you. Her fingers found her long blonde hair, playing with the ends.
“Oh, who is it?” She questioned.
Your dry mouth salivated, fingers drumming against the wall you leaned on. “Um it’s Sukuna.” You replied, your words rushed.
“Oh?” She spoke, her wide smile vanishing, her face as confusion flooded it. Her eyebrows scrunching together. “Why?” She asked, her words wounded, betrayal laced through them.
“He’s my p-artner.” You stammered. “On a class project and invited me.” Your words sounded unsure.
“And you said yes?” She interrogated, eyes moving away from you, searching for a reason to walk away.
“I j-ust wanted to come to the party.”
Her eyes found yours again, the hurt having turned to anger. Her fingers curling into her hand, nails pressing into her palms. “Everytime i invited you, you said no.” She bit back.
“It's the end of the year.” You defended, attempting to rationalise your decision with yourself. “I thought it would be fun.” You shrugged.
The line moved up again.
“Sure.” She spoke. “You thought it would be fun.” Her voice was hasty and nasty, no longer holding the gentleness you knew her for.
“And?” You argued. “You're acting like it's a crime for me to be here, you weren't even dating him.” You stopped your mindless tapping on the wall. “And I'm just his class partner!” You snapped back.
“You have got to be kidding me!” She practically shouted. “God, you act like such a good person, but you're just a whore.” She spat. “I bet he’s already fucked you.” She laughed.
“You know I wouldn't do that.” You retorted. “Im so sorry you got your heart broken by a guy you knew for two months.” You hissed. “But that is not my problem.”
Her hand moved back, a sudden urge to slap you striking through her body, and she did. The sound was loud, even in the overly crowded room.
Sukuna fought back a smirk as he watched the scene unfold, he was on his way to find you after realizing how long you were gone for. It was kinda funny, girls were arguing over him.
His half smirk faded completely as he watched the girl, Eles, hit you again. He watched for a moment, wanting to see if you would fight back, but you didn't.
A hot stinging pain ripped through your scalp as Elles grabbed your hair pulling you down. “Yo.” A gruff voice spoke, pulling Elles’s attention away from you. “Cut that shit off.”
Her grip on your hair loosened but she didn’t let go. Your fingers pried at her wrist, attempting to get her off you.
In a few quick strides Sukuna was there, his hand barely touching her wrist for her to release her grip. “Sukuna?” She asked, her voice gentle again.
You straightened your back, standing back up to your full height and realizing your bunny ears were gone, not caring at that moment.
He scoffed looking at the two of you, grabbing your wrist now, preparing to walk away. “Wait!” Elles screeched.
Sukuna barely turned around to look at her, his eyes narrowing. “What?” He asked, his voice particularly rough and detached.
“W-hy her?” She stammered now. “I mean she's not even pretty!”
Sukuna rolled his eyes again, now fully turning back to look at her. If anything he felt offended now, his exact type being insulted.
“She is a lot prettier than you.” He scoffed. “I don't even remember your name, and you're causing this big scene?” He swiftly lied. His voice was angry now. “Get the fuck out the house.”
She quickly scurried away at his command.
Sukuna moved his eyes to you, red eyed and teary. Makeup smudged, as black mascara filled waterfalls dripped down your face.
“Aw, is the bunnie hurt?” He mocked.
“Shut up.” You sniffled, keeping your eyes trained steadily on the floor. “Can you take me home?” You asked. “Please?” You chalked on at the end.
He suddenly felt a little awkward, and slightly bad for being the reason you were upset. “Sure.” He said. “Sure.” He repeated.
He led you back to his truck, you once again climbing into the passenger seat. He silently slid you his phone, spotify already opened. You didn't look at the song you put on, randomly clicking something.
“What happened?” He asked as he started the drive.
“She was mad I was with you.” You spoke, your words surprisingly smooth, even though tears were sliding down your face.
You chewed on your left cheek as the both of you fell silent. Sukuna thought of what to say, his mind raking for the right words but he couldn't find them.
It was when he finally pulled into the parking lot you finally spoke up. “I don't wanna do this project with you anymore.” You replied not even looking at him. “I'll email you my half, but that's the last I wanna hear of you.”
The skin on his hands turned white as he gripped his steering wheel hard. “What did I do?” He asked, as you unbuckled.
“You hurt my friend's feelings.” You breathed out, eyes looking for your bag when you realized you left it out the frat house. You sighed, deciding not to tell him, it only had lipgloss and some cash.
“Your friend?" He questioned. “The one that just tried to fuck you up?”
You nodded even though his question was inherently rhetorical. “She was in the right.” You replied, swollen eyes finally deciding to look at him. “I shouldn't have gone with you.”
His eyes were squinted as he looked at you, taking in the mess you had become by the end of the night. Sure he wanted to see your makeup ruined, but not like this.
“I like you.” He spoke, even though his feelings towards you were rather indifferent. “I don't wanna not just see you again.”
You laughed, genuine and real from the bottom of your lungs. “You like me?” You questioned like it was a joke worth mocking. “You don't even know me.”
You chuckled again, deciding on adding one more thing before leaving. “You say the same thing to every girl you fuck over.” You scoffed your hand on the door handle. “Nothings different about me.” And with that you were out of his car walking swiftly and fastly up to your apartment.
Sukuna’s whole body was tense as you left his car. He was fully, and rightfully pissed. The whole night was going just fine until that girl fucked him over.
He scoffed. Her pussy wasn't even good enough for her to be acting like that, he thought.
He drove himself to a pond not too far away. Deciding he needed to calm himself down, and pulling a pre rolled joint out of his glove department. He walked out of his car, plopping down onto the rocky sand, not wanting to get the smoke into his truck. He flickered the lighter, the flame lighting up the end of his joint.
The herbal smoke of the weed caused a calming feeling to invade his blood stream. His taut muscles finally relax, anger fading along with the smoke.
You sat on the floor in your room, sobs falling from your mouth. Eventually you tore yourself away from the hard floor of your bedroom and to the bathroom, running the water.
Stepping into the shower the hot water scorches your skin. Your brain unwillingly replays the night through your head, each event, each cruel word on repeat. You were distraught with yourself.
The steam from the shower relaxed your tense muscles but it didn't bring the mental relaxation you craved, the relief from your own thoughts. Fingers scrubbed at your scalp as you thought of just what a terrible friend you were. You wished you never agreed to go to such a silly party.
Elles has been a friend of yours since your first year. Sure, you guys had grown distant in the last months, but you still considered her a dear friend.
At some point during your overly long shower, you made peace with your decisions throughout the night. Knowing you couldn't go back, realising you would probably never talk to your friend again.
Sukuna did not return back to the Frat house until early morning. Most partygoers having been long gone, a pledge or two passed out on the floor.
It was when he walked past the couch you were sitting on earlier, on the way to his room, he noticed your bag sitting there. He grabbed the bag and walked his way into his room, changing and collapsing onto his bed. Your bag strewn on a random chair.
Sukuna showed up to your apartment complex late afternoon the next day, your purse in his bag. He called you realising he didn't know where your specific room was. You answered on the third ring. “I have your bag, where’s your room?” He asked before you could get a word in.
You mumbled it off to him, and he was soon knocking at your door. When you answered he took in your dishevelled state. Your eyes were swollen and your shirt fell off one shoulder, your bottom lip quivering.
“Can I come in?” He questioned.
You frowned, only wanting your bag. “Why?” You asked, the adrenaline from yesterday having worn off, the urge to argue gone.
“I wanna talk to you.” He demanded.
Your eyes rolled back. “Why?” You once again questioned.
He pushed at your barely open door, basically forcing him inside your small apartment. His red eyes looked around, accounting for the clothes thrown around the floor. Your apartment was messy and disorganised, the exact opposites of your notes.
“Are you okay?” He asked, shutting the door behind him.
You bit harshly into your lip, teeth tearing away at the first few layers of skin, blood dribbling into your mouth. “What does it matter to you?” You hissed.
He stayed silent, deciding to let your small rant continue.
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While planning your life out as a child, you didn’t expect to be married by 24, to a man nearly fifteen years older than you no less. But Ryōmen Sukuna, the brute of a farmer, was the best plausible husband and father.
cw- p in v, soft kuna, pregnancy, body worshipping, shower sex, oral fem rec, fingering, gentle sex, preg sex
By definition you were a pacifist, so much so you wouldn't kill a bug, let alone an animal. You hadn't even eaten meat in years, finding it gruelish.
So, well, it didn't necessarily make sense who your husband was. A brute of a farmer, the man who supplied the beef for the local shops. Giving the animals he cared for, a gentle life, and then butchering them.
You held your inherent biases, but you worked past them. He gave the livestock good lives, taking awfully good care of them, and even better care of you.
Maybe the care he treated you with had something to do with his age, nearly fifteen years older than you.
Sure you were a little young to already be settled down, married and with a child, another on the way, but the life you held was peaceful. Spending your days treating your lush garden, and caring for your nearly two year old son.
He ran around you now, almost tripping on his own feet as you watched him. His small body hardly managed to hold himself up at the speed he jogged, chasing after a Monarch.
A hand rubbed on your five month along belly as you watched your son play. He had hair like his fathers, thick and salmony in color. But his eyes were more akin to yours.
Sukuna viewed you from across the yard as he stocked the cows with more hay, a hand coming to brush its brown fur. Fur that you insisted he conditioned because, ‘he's so cute that way’.
He felt a small tug at his once hardened heart, that had him realise just how domesticated he had grown.
If he had known five years ago, he would find himself with a child running around the ranch, he would be appalled. He couldn’t imagine letting a woman into his home, let alone children. But he couldn’t be happier.
He walked up to you, plopping down on the dirt. Your head found its way to rest on his shoulder, his resting on yours.
“I'm so happy lately.” You admitted as a breeze messing with your hair. “You make me happy, Ryō.” You added.
He smiled at your words, the monster of a man kissing the top of your head. “I love you.” He spoke, his voice as gruff as always though his words were sweet.
Your son burst into tears as the butterfly got away from him, running back to his doting parents.
“Mommy!” He hiccuped, pointing to the sky. “He got away!” He sobbed out, climbing into your lap, seeking the comfort of his mother.
You brought a hand to his head gently massaging. “Shhh, t’is okay honey.” He pressed his face into your chest, his tears and snot coating your shirt. “It's okay.” His sobs gently slowed down but his tiny hands dug into your blouse.
Sukuna really did love you, he loved the gentleness you treated your son with, as well as the animals. He loved your world views, though he didn’t necessarily agree, and the soft smile you held when you looked at him.
“Its getting late, baby.” You told your son, as well as your husband as the sun started to set. Sukuna nodded, and stood up, lifting your son along with him.
You struggled lightly as you tried to stand, your pregnancy being a slight hindrance although you were still in the second trimester.
Your husband made no offer to help, since he remembered the countless scowls, and hormone filled fights you’ve had with him, insisting you didn't need his help on simple things.
You sat on the edge of your son’s bed, your husband in the chair next to it, as you began reading him a bed time story.
You continued until you heard your son's soft snores filling the quant room. You took Sukuna’s hand in your own as you both walked to your room.
“You really need a shower.” You easily joked, swaying your hand with his.
“Shower with me.” He replied without hesitation.
You frowned as you plopped down on the bed, you had well, insecurities, with your changing body. And you were sure your husband was aware.
“Ryō-.” You started but were cut off with a soft kiss across your lips. His calloused hands caressing your soft body.
“Cmon baby.” He muttered before applying wet and sloppy kisses against your pulse. “Been t’long.”
And well he was right, it had been a while. You closed yourself off to him when you started showing. Self consciousness, choking you every time things heated up.
And your husband was surprisingly understanding. Although to him, you were undoubtedly your sexiest when growing a child, his child.
“O-kay!” You choked out in between whimpers, already feeling the arousal coating your panties.
He smirked into your skin, tucking his hands under your thighs and lifting you up. You wrapped your legs around him.
He mummered something sweet you weren’t listening to while carrying you to the bathroom, placing you on the counter. He turned around only for a second to get the water going, before spinning around to you and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, his hands slipping under your shirt.
“S’cha pretty girl.” He murmured as your shirt slipped off you.
You felt a familiar sting of embarrassment, insecurity, as his eyes took you in. “Ryō-.”You started, but he instantly cut you off, again.
“You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.” He purred as he reached behind you, unclipping your bra.
He wetly kissed your boobs, his teeth lightly grazing your nipples when he reminded himself to be gentle. A hand moving to caress your stomach.
He kissed down on your tummy. “You're perfect.” He assured you. “Best thing ever.” He kissed again. “Love you so much.”
He moved his hands to start yanking down your pants, and you let out a startled noise. “Ryō you still have your shirt on!”. You whined, not wanting to be fully naked, while he was still clothed.
He chuckled at your whines, and yanked his shirt off. “Is this what you wanted to see, baby?” He asked, as you took in the sight of him, sliding to his knees in front of you.
You loved the view of his chiselled chest, and abs. Black rampant tatoo’s over taking him. He looked so menacing, so scary. Yet here he was now on his knee’s, pulling your pants off as softly as he could muster, forcing himself to use all of his self restraint.
“Fuck.” He whispered, taking in your soaked panties, the fabric clinging to your folds. “You're soaked.” He mummered, pressing his thumb on your clothed clit.
You shuddered at the feeling, and he kissed your cunt through your panties. “Know m’already said it but you're perfect.” His hands yanked around the band, pulling them down and off.
He dived right back into your gooey cunt, his tongue dragging symbols only he would be able to decipher.
Your toes curled into themselves, your hands grabbing at your husbands red hair. He grunted at the feeling, a feeling he used to hate. Years ago, he dreaded the idea of having to go down on a woman, having her pitifully tug at his hair, but now he constantly craved your sweet, creamy, pussy.
His calloused hands dug into your hips to still you, as you started to thrustbup into his face, craving the relief of your impending orgasm.
His tongue slipped into your hole, thrusting it in and out. A mix of your juices and his spit falling down his chin. He would never be able to get enough of this, he realized.
He was in love with her before you. In love with your pretty syrupy pussy.
You quivered around his tongue, so he pulled away, not offering you the sweet hot bliss you craved. “Please.” You begged. “N-eed you!”
“Do you need me?” He smiled, pressing a finger into you, but keeping it still. “Say it again, baby.”
“I need you!” Your breath hitched as he pushed another finger in. “So bad! Puhh-lease!!!” You sobbed.
His smile grew, as he started thrusting his fingers in and out of your tight hole. He kissed the inside of your thigh. You squeezed down on his fingers, drowning in the pleasure.
You mewled and whined, as your back arched. The familiar knot in your stomach, getting so close to breaking, and you let it break all over your husband's fingers, drenching them.
“Fuckin hell’.” He grunted, though a smile was splayed on his face, as he looked at the mess you made. “Let's get ya’ in the shower.”
You nodded along, attempting to catch your laboured breath. Sukuna pulled his pants off before once again lifting you up, into the shower this time.
He placed you down on your shaky legs, the water hitting the both of you in gentle droplets. He lathered soap in his hands and you pouted.
“Ryōmennn!” You whined, your hands tracing his tattoos. “Pleaaase! I want you!”
He smirked again. That’s what he was waiting to hear.
Turning you around, you placed your hands on the shower wall. Your husband slipping into your warm cunt in one go. You moaned at the stretch, the feeling of his cock splitting you open.
His thrusts were gentler than usual, paranoia creeping into the back of his mind about your pregnancy.
Your fingers clawed at the wall, profanities slipping from your husband's mouth. “M-ade for me.” He grunted out. “This cunt was made for me.” His hands slipping in front of you to thumb at your clit.
Your orgasm was approaching you embarrassingly fast, but you fought it off as long as you could. Trying hard to push it off, wanting to cum with your husband.
His face reached down, peppering small kisses on your neck. His hard cock drilling into you, hitting all your sweet spots.
Your walls stuttered and fluttered around him, your orgasm not being able to be held off anymore. With one final mewl, and an arch of your back you were finishing around him, juices rapidly sputtering.
Sukuna followed quickly after, his cum stuffing you full.
You and sukuna had been going strong for a year, but what secrets had he really been keeping from you?
cw- inferred cannibalism, domestic voilence
a/n just anotha tober teaseree
Candle light lit up Sukuna’s face. The soft red glow mellowed out the sharp look usually bored into sukuna’s eyes. A small unsettling smile played out on his lips as he watched you slide the fork in between your lips once more.
“It's really good sukuna!” You spoke after you swallowed. Your words made the small smile on his face light up even more.
“Thank you sweetheart.” He replied.
Tonight was your’s and Sukuna’s one year anniversary. The past year you spent with the man was undoubtedly one of the best years of your life. You couldn’t wait to spend forever more with him.
You knew it was rather soon to be thinking about that, the forever of it. But you were sure, positively sure that sukuna was in fact your soulmate. You were sure you were both forged from the same star.
To celebrate you and Sukuna spent the day walking through the sidewalks along the city streets. Tonight he decided to cook you a nice homemade meal. A stir fry over rice, cooked to perfection.
Sukuna cooked a better meal than any chef ever could. You were undoubtedly sure about that. The meat always held a hint of sweetness, melting upon your tongue deliciously. His meals were always wonderful.
“Kuna?” You asked from across the dining room table. He answered you with a short hum, before placing his fork back into his mouth.
“Im really happy to be with you.” You spoke as your eyes began a desperate search into his own. Looking for the response you wanted.
The response being an almost humane glint of light returning to his eyes before quickly leaving again, lips turning up into what you could only call a genuine smile.
“I know.” He curtly replied. “Im happy too.” He added after a breath of silence. His eyebrows pushed together once before he spoke again. “You make me feel stable.” He spoke.
“I know.” You gently replied.
Sukuna was more than rough around the edges, he had deep unresolved issues deep inside of him. Issues that often presented themselves in strange ways. An eerie silence after you spoke something he didn't want to hear, or a hand roughly slapping across your face in an instant. Falling into a short lived rage over nothing.
It wasn't long into the relationship when you picked up on his tendencies. You didn't mind though, he swore he was working on it. And he promised he would try to stop hitting you, for the most part he has.
You’ve seen real change in him over this last year.
You didn't know what he went through to make him so sporadic, but you were sure it wasn't good. Many moments you tried to break down his rough walls, but he refused.
Though you didn't mind. You didn't mind his problems. And he was trying to change. He was. You liked being the one to help him through it, honestly it gave you a purpose. A reason, made you feel useful.
“Are you done?” He asked just as he finished his plate. You nodded, promptly raising from your seat to collect the dishes.
“After I clean up, is it okay if we watch a movie?” You sweetly asked as you moved closer to the sink. “Sure.” He replied. “Ill shower while you finish up.” He moved to place a soft kiss on your left cheek. “I love you.” He mumbled into your skin.
“I know.” You replied. “I love you too.”
“I know.” He whispered into your ear before stepping away and heading to the bathroom. You picked up your pace and hurriedly started to clean.
A calm washed over you as you rubbed the sponge in circles over the ceramic plate. You really did utterly love sukuna. For the most part you were sure there was nothing he could do to change that.
As you cleaned sukuna stepped into his shower, the soft droplets of the water patting down and soaking his hair. The water was cool on his skin.
His mind was unusually empty, not like it was often racing with thoughts. But it was fully empty, no thoughts pulling him from the small peace you have brought him.
Sukuna didn't love you. He simply didn't know how to love, he couldn’t. Love wasn't something sukuna had ever felt, he was simply never given it as a child. You were the first person who had ever loved sukuna.
Sukuna’s feelings for you were purely selfish. Borderline obsessive. But, sukuna thought, if he could love he surely would love you.
Soon after he finished his shower and dressed into nothing but sweats, he sauntered into the living room finding you already there. Blanket wrapped snugly around you while you passively scrolled on your phone.
When you heard his steps your eyes flickered up to him, a smile engulfing your face. You slowly took in the perfection that was Ryōmen Sukuna. Black inky tattoos wrapping around his arms and falling upon his torso. Even making their appearance upon his face.
A sharp jawline, that you swore could cut through paper. Eyes hardened by what you could only assume, eyes that softened when they landed on you. And he was buillttt. Rock hard abs, and buff arms. He was perfection itself.
“How was your shower?” You asked as you tore your eyes away from his chest. His own latching onto your face. “Good.” He mumbled before finding his way next to you.
“What are we watching?” He asked.
…
It's been four months since your one year anniversary dinner with sukuna. Not much has changed since then.
Today you were planning on surprising him with tickets to a rock band you knew he was fond of. You knew he was spending a few days in his cabin out in the woods, so you figured you’d stop by with them.
That was a mistake. A cruel awful mistake.
You spent around four days out there in the beginning of your relationship, so more or less you knew how to get there.
The ride out was long, four hours and ten minutes to be precise, but nice. You enjoyed the scenery. The house was deep into the woods, so far away from any signs of human civilization.
You knocked on the door with the brightest smile on your face. It took around five minutes for an answer, but that didn't surprise you.
“Y/n?” He asked, surprise coating his voice. You held up the tickets in your hand so he could see. “Hi! I wanted to surprise you!”
You expected to see at least a hint of a smile on his face. You didn't. His lips curved into a frown, no softness in his eyes.
“Can I come in?” You asked. Your voice was soft as you spoke. He didn't reply, and unnoticed by you his fingers dug hard into his palms. He moved to let you in.
In mere seconds your head was being bashed in by a lamp, your body falling unconscious on the floor. Sukuna let out a sigh of relief at seeing you fall asleep, he knew he could get you to forgive him for this. He just had to clean up the mess, before you woke.
Ah but whats the point anyway, he reasoned with himself as he yanked your limp body onto the couch. He knew it would end up like this anyway.
Babydaddy! Sukuna! who didn't know how to react when you broke the news to him. His whole body tensed, and he was, for the first time in his life, utterly dumb founded.
“Seriously?” he asked even though the proof, the pregnancy test sat in your dainty hands. “It's mine?” He questioned again after you nodded.
You and Sukuna weren't together, and never spoke about keeping it inclusive, but you really didn't sleep with anybody else.
“Are you going to keep it?” You looked uncertain at his words, a hand falling on your flat stomach.
“Do you want me to?”
Babydaddy Sukuna! who was there for you the whole pregnancy, coming over daily. You two never made it official or anything but an agreement of co-parenting came easily, talks of moving in together easier.
His hand often resting on your tummy, as he would coe sweet nothings into your ear, promises of an unpromisable future.
Babydaddy! Sukuna! who wasn't a soft man by any feasible means, but he supposed that was changing. His common place scowl turned into a light smile when his eyes fell on you.
Pink paint stained his hands as he worked on the nursery. His little girl was going to be here soon and it just had to be perfect.
baby daddy! sukuna! who officially asked you to be his girlfriend while you were in labour.
Sukuna had never felt so infatuated with one of his clients before, he could hardly stop his mind from thinking of you
cw- male masterbatoin, p in v, fantasies, spanking, hair pulling, pet play, crying, face slapping, collared and leashed breifly, public sex
a/n - this was supposed to be a drabble lmao
Personal trainer! Sukuna! who was practically enamored with watching you stretch. He loved how flexible you were, how you didn't falter in positions most failed.
His red eyes trained on your legs as you folded your upper body into the space between them. His pupils dilating while your back arched.
His rough finger nails dug into his calloused palms as he sucked in a particularly rough gasp of air. You really had not the faintest clue what you were doing to him.
Physical trainer! Sukuna! who had never felt this way about any of his other clients. The girls in the skimpy crop tops, tight leggings, the ones in baggy clothes. None of them made him feel anything.
But something about you, the cute little flexible airhead that was always more than eager to push their body to the limits, and follow his directions precisely.
Sukuna’s feelings for you weren't just inherently physical either, not quite emotional but toeing the line. It was a type of calm that your presence held, the babblings about your next dance recital or whatever.
Albeit his feelings were more physical.
Personal trainer! sukuna! who got off to thoughts of you more times than he would ever admit. He couldn't help it! Okay?
Every shitty pornhub video he pulled on his phone only ever led him back to thoughts of you. Wonderings of what your voice would sound like instead of the whore screeching on the other end.
He mentally questioned just how far you would stretch, how much he could bend your body to his whims. He thought of how much your pitifully small body would struggle to take his large cock, the pretty tears it forced from your eyes.
Personal trainer! sukuna! who even got off to your instagram on more than one occasion. The first time being when a small ding popped up and he realized you were following him.
A coy smile fell on his face as he looked through your pictures. He realized just how different, better you looked outside of the gym. Being in your own element.
A picture of you in a tight leotard, only a sliver of cleavage showing had him going feral. Frankly similar to his teenage days, pathetic in the way he couldn’t restrain himself.
His left hand held his phone as he slowly jerked himself off, droplets of his pre lubricating his shaft. His eyes shifted from your tits, to your eyes.
The clumps of your mascara enticed him. He thought of how ruined you would look with it dripping off your face from tears as he slapped his cock against you.
His pace picked up, his small languid strokes turning into something different. More aggressive. He bit into his lip, nearly drawing blood to bite back a groan.
His fantasies shifted once again. Now you were on all fours, naked crawling. The only thing covering your clear, unmarked skin being a collar. One he yanked, just to watch you trip a little bit.
Praise falling from his mouth while you fought back crystalline tears, from the sheer humiliation you were enduring. “Such’a good puppy aren't you?” He questioned. “Now bark for me.”
In his fantasy you fawned, body tensing as your cute little eyes looked up at him. “C’mon” He would say before yanking hard on your leash, you obliging his commands so he would let up.
However what actually had him pass his peak was opening his shut eyes and then landing back on his phone. Your soft smile, the innocence of the photo had him sputtering onto the electronic.
Personal trainer! Sukuna! who never verbally told you how to fix your form, always physically correcting you. Hot hands digging into your frame to pull you into the right position.
One particular day sukuna couldn't help himself from ‘accidentally’ pressing his knee into your clothed cunt as he fixed you.
A surprised yet pleased whimper falling from your mouth as you instinctively pushed yourself harder down on his knee.
He stayed like that for a second, moving his knee in a circular motion as he corrected your hips, feeling the dampness forming.
When he pulled away you whined briefly, and in seconds you were biting back all the embarrassment you felt at the situation. “Please?” Your silky voice asked from the gym floor.
Sukuna wanted to make you repeat that, make you tell him exactly what it was you wanted, but he was not throwing away this chance.
He bent over you again, disguising his misdeeds as form correction to any on lookers as he rubbed his large knee into your cunny.
You fought back whimpers and whines at his movements. You’ve wanted this for so long, and your body didn't know how to react to its wildest fantasies.
“I w-ant you.” You whispered like air. As soon as sukuna comprehended your words he was yanking you to the staff only bathroom.
Bending you over the sink and roughly slapping your ass. A surprised yelp left your mouth .”What was that for!” You hiccuped.
He smacked your ass twice more before giving you your answer. Entranced by the movement. “Teasing me.” He muttered.
“M’wasnt!” you remarked throwing your head back to look at him. His pupils were blown wide, his hair messy as he stared down at you like you were something to eat.
And that's when you realized, to him you were.
“Shut up.” He grunted as he started to pull your pants down. He let out a low pitched whistle at the wet spot on your panties, pushing a finger into them, pulling and then letting it snap right back onto your plush cunt.
You mewled at the feeling.
Sukuna made quick work of discarding your panties, almost ripping them in his hastiness. He dove right into your sweet creamy pussy, licking nasty stripes onto your clit.
Your back arched at the stimulation, hands looking for something to dig into but finding nothing. Your mind already mush from the foreign feeling.
Sukuna briefly pulled back to mutter something along the lines of “pretty pussy” but you weren't listening. Hole clenching against nothing.
He shoved his tongue down your pussy, savouring your quivering cunt. Your squishy walls stammered and pulsed around him, more honeylike juices slipping into his mouth.
If Sukuna didn't know better he would think he was in heaven. But he surely was the devil.
He pushed two fingers into you with his tongue, scissoring them and stretching your warm gushy insides. Drool dribbled down from your mouth, falling onto the counter.
You had never felt anything so good, so divine in your life. Your whole body was putty in his hands, slack against the counter.
Sukuna knew you were close before you registered it, pressing into you harder. “O-oh k-una!!” You cried out as pure white bliss flooded you, your pussy spazming around his fingers and tongue.
Sukuna could no longer wait, pulling away from your perfect cunt, and yanking his pants and boxers down. He lined himself up to your hole.
He was met with fierce resistance from your cunt, but he ignored it. Shoving himself inside hard and fast, bottoming out quickly.
He didn't ask or wait to see if you were okay with the stretch, he didn't care. His thrusts were harsh and deep, bruising your cervix.
If you thought his head felt good, then you didn't know what to feel when his cock was shoved in you. It was so filling, slightly painful but it felt oh so good.
A firm hand came up to grab your hair, yanking your head back. You moaned at the painful feeling.
Sukuna was close pitifully fast- he couldn't help it! Your cunt was just so tight, and he wanted this for sooo long, well whatever. But he was determined to have you cream around his cock first.
His free hand shuffled under you, his thumb playing with your clit at a fast and eager pace. Your poor overstimulated pussy clenched down around sukuna hard and you moaned incoherent things, sukuna hoped somebody heard you so they would know your his.
You came undone with a squeal, white rings of creaming forming around sukuna’s shaft, he finished soon after you cumming inside, coating your gushy walls.
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feel like sukunas, the type to mock you in bed. “Ohh it's t’much? M’sooo sorry.” As he starts thrusting so hard you're sure your cervix is bruised.
Feel like sukunas the type to only make u ride him when your already overly fucked out. Thighs shaking as you struggled to keep grinding. But t’isss so cute to him.
Sukuna is 100%%% the type to talk you through it. “My good girl, doin s’good for me baby.” As he presses down on your clit making you tremble n cry, whining like a bitch in heat.
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