— maybe he’ll flirt with waitresses more often just to get you heated.
— boyfriend!sukuna x girlfriend!reader.
— modern au?, a playful and genuine relationship between reader and sukuna, smut!, fingering, p in v, spitting, squirting, err anything else?
— wc: 1376. lc: 7599. Enjoy <3
“Come on, baby,” Sukuna drawls. He’s walking down the street, pace casual compared to your stiff gait. Your purse dangles from his fingers. His free hand reaches out for yours only to be slapped away.
“Leave me alone.” you cross your arms.
The car unlocks as you both walk up to it. His hand, once again, gets rejected when he attempts to open the car door for you. He lets out a scoff, but theres no irritation behind it. Instead, he brushes it off and gets in the driver’s seat, starting the engine that roars to life, tossing your purse in the backseat without a care.
The drive back home is quiet, the sound of the vehicle purring and the hum of the air conditioning filling the silence. You’re still in a bad mood, a sour expression on your face that tells him not to bother you any further or you just might jump out of the car.
When the car finally parks in the garage, you’re already up and running, leaving him to follow you through the house and up the stairs like a dog chasing a thrown ball.
“Baby please, let’s talk—“
“There’s nothing to talk about!”
“Then why are you acting—“
“You know why, Sukuna!”
You’re right, of course. He does know. The waitress in a tight white shirt and a short black skirt that was assigned to your table kept flirting with him, kept ‘checking up’ on your table like she wasn’t just trying to flutter her eyelashes at him. And him? He allowed it. In your eyes, he seemed like he was enjoying her flirtatious acts. Enjoyed the giggle that escaped her smiling lips every time he uttered a word. You almost smashed the wine glass right on her head.
He lets out a long, slow breath, raking his fingers through his pink hair as he leans against the doorframe. You're pacing the bedroom, arms flying about as you rant.
“I would never act like that if we had a male server,” you gripe, yanking a pair of pyjamas out of the closet. “God, I can’t even look at your face right now! How could you?!”
He watches you yank the pyjamas, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. That was the wrong move. Your head snaps around.
"Something funny?" you hiss.
The chuckle dies quick when he sees the fury in your eyes. He stays silent right until you go in the bathroom. “Can I join—“ The door slams shut before he could finish.
15 minutes later, the door unlocks and opens, revealing a pink slip-night gown wearing woman.
He steps in front of you before you could take a step further, his hands reaching for the head of the doorframe. He looks down at you, all smug, while you glare at him. “You wear that for me?”
“Fuck. No.”
He grins, all teeth. "Then why'd you put it on?"
"Cuz it's comfortable." You try to duck under his arm, but he shifts, blocking you. "Move."
Sukuna relents, stepping aside to let you go. You flop on the bed, fishing out your wordsearch book from the nightstand drawer and sliding your reading glasses on.
He slides onto the bed beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight. You shift pointedly away. He doesn't take the hint. Instead, he props himself on an elbow, peering at your puzzle book.
“You stink.”
“I know you not talking about my manly scent, babe.”
“Your manly scent stinks.”
“You’re the one that picked my signature.”
“God—“ you groan, slamming the book shut. “Go take a gosh darn shower right now.”
He stares at you, that smug and sassy smirk on his face present once again before he backs off, picking out a pair of boxers and shorts on the way to the bathroom.
You go back to your word search, but the letters swim. Your eyes drift to the bathroom door. An idea lights up in your head. You hurry to your closet, taking off your hellokitty-themed underwear and changing into a red lace instead before hurrying back to bed.
The shower stops. A few seconds later, he emerges back into the room, a hand rubbing his wet hair with a towel. He doesn’t say anything—neither do you. He just throws the towel into the laundry hamper before sliding in next to you, eyes on his phone.
The minutes pass. The clock ticks. You’ve already finished three pages and he still hasn’t made any advances! Ugh. Useless.
You slow turn around, deliberately letting the gown to rise up just a little bit, just so he can see the red lace.
His eyes flick from his phone down to the lace, then back to his phone. A second passes. Then another.
"You gonna let me hit that?”
“Do you want me to deck you?”
“I’d rather you let me dick you down.”
That broke the straw. You burst out laughing, letting out a loud snort.
He puts his phone away as your giggles die down, squealing when he flips you over and hovers over you. “Let me go!” you struggle, wriggling like a worm. He’s got your hands pinned playfully above you, nibbling everywhere on your neck.
"You look good in red," he murmurs. The band of your panties smack against your skin. "But you'd look so much better out of it."
Things got a little heated and now, somehow, you find yourself holding onto him as he has your legs spread wide, four thick fingers sliding in and out of your weeping pussy.
“Oooohhhfff—fuck! Oh, ‘kuna—“
Sukuna’s pace quickens, fingers curling deep to hit that spongy spot again and again and again until the wave crashes over you, cumming and squirting at the same time.
“Fuck, babe. You squirt so fucking good,” he praises, rubbing tiny circles around your clit.
He cleans you up with a warm towel, licking his fingers clean of you. Your arms tighten around him, he can feel your lips move against his neck. “…more.”
A scoff escapes him. “Greedy.”
Your teeth bite on a finger, legs staying spread open as he settles between them. Your glazed over eyes stare as he pushes his shorts down, then his boxers, freeing the veiny cock that springs up, hitting his abdomen.
He spits on your cunt, letting the saliva slip down to your ass before lining his dick to your puffy lips, spreading them open as he slowly pushes in. Your breath gets stuck, back arching, eyes rolling back, fingers clutching the sheets. He pushes in deeper until you swallow him whole, dark pubic hair tickling your clit.
He pulls out slowly, then slams back in without warning. Your body jolts upwards, sharp gasp leaving your lips, tits jiggling under the slip dress. Your gasps mix with light moans, legs wrapping around his hips to pull him deeper. He pounds into you, hips slapping louder and louder. So fucking dirty.
It feels so good you can’t even speak, can’t even say those sarcastic phrases of yours without crying out loud. The slip dress bunches around your waist, offering a perfect view of where he disappears inside you. Sukuna watches your tits bounce with every thrust, mesmerized by the sight.
Your nails leave long red angry scratch marks on his back that will surely sting once he hits the shower, but it’s worth it if he can see you in this light over and over again.
“Eeeekk! Gonna c-cum!” you whimper, starting to squirm your body away. He doesn’t give. His fingers wrap around your throat, squeezing just enough to feel you clench around him. He fucks you into the mattress harder, hitting the exact angle that makes your vision go black for a moment, cumming so hard your body trembles. He cums right after with a grunt, filling you up with hot cum, and it feels sofucking good you’re crying from the feeling.
He kisses you then, soft and sweet, nothing like how he completely destroyed your body. His tongue licks the drool on the side of your mouth, thumb wiping away the tears.
He shifts, pulling out to watch his cum leak from your fucked-out pussy. He scoops it with two fingers and pushes it back inside.
“Round two, pretty girl.”
author’s note: this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and I didn’t want to rush it :p and sukuna is def the type to make you irritated as a joke then end up confused by why you’re angey 🥺 also, the cat distribution system has chosen me! Found a tiny little kitty outside my house and didnt find the mother or other kittens :( shes just a baby only about 3 weeks old and i literally cried for hours becausei felt so bad. Now i have 3 adult cats and one random kitten lol. 🐱
