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personal trainer!hot pants knows how to make you sweat ๊ฐ เญญ ห. แตแต
she loves to see you struggle!
cw: mdni, fingering, oral sex, sweat kink (sorry)
personal trainer!hot pants who it's fairly new to being a personal trainer, you're probably her first client ever, but she needs the money and you're cute as fuck.
personal trainer!hot pants who is kind but firm, she tests your limits and enjoys to see you struggle. She's always there to assist you, obviously.
personal trainer!hot pants who can't help but see how your gym outfits become more and more revealing each time. She wonders if you're doing it for her or you're just getting more confident.
personal trainer!hot pants who get touchy without even thinking about it, she grabs your waist or touches your arms to correct your posture. She loves feeling your pulse jump when she's putting her hands on you.
personal trainer!hot pants who starts noticing how much stronger you're getting. When you finally hit that big goal you've been chasing, she tells you this calls for a proper reward, nothing gym related, just dinner at this cute little spot she knows.
personal trainer!hot pants who shows up to dinner in something softer than her usual workout gear, short hair down and her serious trainer face replaced with a shy smile. She's a little nervous but keeps the conversation flowing, asking about your life outside the gym because she's been dying to know more.
personal trainer!hot pants who suggests hitting a bar after dinner because the night feels too good to end. The music is loud and the drinks go down easy, and before long she's pulling you onto the dance floor, her hands on your hips as you both move together, bodies brushing closer with every song.
personal trainer!hot pants who gets a little tipsy and lets her guard down completely. She leans in close while you're dancing, breath warm against your ear and confesses: "Babe, do you know how much I love seeing you all sweaty during sessions? Makes me want to touch you even more..."
personal trainer!hot pants who blushes hard when you smirk and tell her: "Oh, yeah? Well, I'm pretty sweaty right now. You can have a taste if you want." Her eyes go wide but she doesn't pull away, she nods and tells you that she'd like that a lot.
personal trainer!hot pants who lets you take her hand and lead her through the crowd toward the bathroom. The second the door clicks shut behind you two, she's on you, pressing you against the sink with hungry kisses, hands sliding under your clothes. "So pretty," she whispers as she pushes your skirt up.
personal trainer!hot pants who drops to her knees without hesitation, pushing your legs apart and tasting the sweat on your skin just like she said she wanted. Her tongue is eager, exploring every inch while her fingers slide inside you, curling just right because she's already learned your body so well from all those training touches. "F-fuck, HP... you're gonna make me cum hah fast."
personal trainer!hot pants who looks up at you the whole time with her big eyes, fingers pumping steadily as she eats you out like she's starving for it. She moans against you when you grab her hair, loving how you shake and fall apart under her mouth in the dim bathroom light.
personal trainer!hot pants who stays on her knees until you're trembling and finished, then stands up and kisses you deep so you can taste yourself on her lips. "You taste so. fucking. good," she whispers against your lips. "I think I'm addicted to you now, pretty." You can't help but giggle, wrapping your legs around her waist to pull her closer and keep kissing.
SUMMARY: you and bruce are alone this time (hal is on a trip in space!) and you discover something rather interesting about him
content warning: mdni, daddy kink, p in v
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The manor is dead quiet, itโs just you and Bruce tonight while Halโs off-world for a few days and youโve taken full advantage of it, no escape for Bruce. You have his wrists pinned above his head, his chest is flushed with bite and nail marks all over it. Your hips roll against him at a pace that borders on cruel. You lean down to lick a long strip on his throat and he arches into it, helpless.
โGod,โ he whispers, voice cracking. โPlease, please!โ
You drag your mouth up to his jaw. โPlease what, baby? What do you want, huh?โ
He shudders, his eyes are glassy with his mouth half-open. You can feel him getting close, tight with need, heโs twitching inside of you, one thick vein pulsing your walls perfectly. You fuck into him a little harder, making him choke on a breath.
You fuck into him a little harder, just once, and he chokes on a breath.
โPlease, daddy!โ
Bruce freezes.ย
You stop.
โOh my god,โ he says immediately, voice tight with panic. โNo I didnโt mean that. I donโt um I donโt call peopleโฆ shit.โ
You blink once. โWow.โ
Bruce shuts his eyes. โDonโt look at me.โ
Heโs still inside of you, youโre still holding his wrists but your voice softens. You move your thumb softly in your grip. โYou called me daddy, Bruce.โ
He groans, full-body, head thunking against the pillow. โI didnโt plan to.โ
โAnd thatโs the problem?โ You tilt your head. โBecause it came out honestly?โ
โIโve never said that to anyone in my life. Itโs... itโs weird.โ
You watch him, heโs not breathing evenly and you can feel his pulse pounding under your hand.
โโฆHalโs never said it either,โ he mutters, almost like heโs trying to justify himself. โHe makes jokes about getting stepped on, but thatโs different.โ
You canโt help it, you smile. โYou think Hal would care?โ
โHal would never let me live it down.โ
You lean down, dragging your mouth along his jaw. โMaybe not in public. But you think Hal would be anything but thrilled to see you like this?โ
Bruce moans, quiet and sharp. You kiss him and then pull back, releasing his wrists, watching the flush climb his throat.
โYou like it,โ you say. โYou wouldnโt have said it if you didnโt.โ
Bruce swallows, hard. โI didnโt know I liked it.โ
You kiss his temple. โBut you do now.โ Your voice stays low. "You wanna talk about it?"
โGod, not while youโre stillโโ He gestures weakly between you. โWhen I'm still inside of you.โ
You grin. โThatโs exactly when we should talk about it.โ
He makes a helpless noise. You shift beside him, sliding a hand along his jaw until he looks at you.
โI like that you want that,โ you say. โI like that you feel safe enough to let it slip. You donโt call me daddy when youโre Bruce Wayne or Bats. You do it when youโre mine. When youโre soft and open and wrecked. And thatโs why it works.โ
Bruce licks his lips, he still hasnโt opened his eyes.ย
โItโs you,โ he says finally. โItโs that I trust you that much. That you make me feelโฆโ He struggles. โโฆsafe enough to not be in charge. Other people have called me daddy, but I didnโt really enjoy it. It didnโt make me feel anything more, but calling you...โ
You kiss him again. โI like that you said it,โ you add softly. โItโs not about the word. Itโs what it means to you. That you let go that far with me.โ
Bruce finally opens his eyes. โIโm still embarrassed.โ
โI know you are.โ You stroke his hair gently. โBut you really donโt have to be. I liked it, you see?โ You lower your gaze a little, the space where both of your cores disappear dripping. โIt made me wetter.โ
He groans again, but this time thereโs a laugh buried in it. โIf Hal ever hears about thisโฆโ
โYou think heโd make fun of you?โ
โI think heโd never stop teasing me.โ
You kiss the corner of his mouth. โYou think he wouldnโt love this?โ
That does it, Bruce turns his face and buries it in your neck with a sound thatโs almost a whine. You shush him, soothing your fingers through his hair.
โThis doesnโt change anything,โ you whisper. โIt only makes me want to take care of you even more.โ
Bruce doesnโt answer. You pull back again, watch his face.
โYou still want me?โ you ask, quiet now. โAfter saying it?โ
He nods immediately. โGod, yes.โ
โThen say it again.โ
You can see the shyness in his face, but you donโt let him go. You need him to say it, you never thought a word could turn you on that much. Youโre not even older than Bruce, but the title makes you feel so powerful and important over him.
โDaddy.โย
Oh, and hearing him saying with his red face and embarrassing eyes. You smile, clenching around him
โThere he is. My sweet boy.โ
Bruce shudders beneath you and you start moving again, slower this time, more deliberate. The scene shifts from confession to reclamation and Bruce lets you take him apart all over again.
โYou like it when I take care of you, donโt you?โ you ask him, grabbing him by the hair and pushing down his chest.
Bruce breathes out, a whisper thick with need: โYeahโฆ I do.โ
โYouโre missing a word,โ you warn him, digging your nails and slowing the pace.
โFuck, I do, daddy.โ He still shudders while making eye contact with you.
You kiss him full of pride, because heโs earned everything tonight. Your sweet baby, utterly yours. Still, you donโt let him come again right away. Not until his thighs tremble and his voice breaks and his breath catches every time you move. When you finally let him, itโs deep inside you, full-body and helpless, and the way he moans through it makes your stomach flutter. Heโs panting when you pull off of him, boneless and flushed, still recovering. You donโt rush anything, just brush damp hair back from his face, kiss his cheek, his jaw, and his chest, soft little things that ground more than they tease.
โStill with me?โ you whisper, fingers brushing the base of his throat.
Bruce nods slowly. โReally fucked out.โ
You smile, kissing his shoulder. โYou did so good for me.โ
He groans like that shouldnโt make him squirm, but it does. His hips twitch even though theyโve got nothing left.
โShhh,โ you soothe. โI got you.โ
You reach over for a warm towel you left by the nightstand, gentle as you clean him up, murmuring little things under your breath: good boy, daddy's here, so pretty like this, mine. And Bruce takes all of it. The minute youโre done, you slip under the covers beside him, pulling him into your chest. He grunts softly, arms coming around you after a moment like muscle memory, burying his nose in your collarbone.
Your fingers stroke lazily through his hair, a low hum in your chest. โYou know what this means, right?โ
He doesnโt lift his head. โNo. What.โ
You grin. โWe have to change the group chat name.โ
That gets him to groan, muffled against your skin. โOh God. Please no.โ
โIโm serious,โ you say, mock stern. โIโm thinking of something classy. Like โDaddy and her little toys.โ Very mature.โ
โI hate you.โ
You laugh, and his lips twitch against your skin. โYouโre just mad because now I have evidence.โ
His voice is still a little hoarse. โYouโll tell him?โ
โWe'll tell him together,โ you say, smug. โHe will die, of horniness and jealousy for not being here when it happened.โ
Bruce doesnโt respond, he breathes out, letting himself get pulled under the rhythm of your hands moving slowly through his hair, down his back, tracing old scars.
Eventually, he says, quietly: โI miss him.โ
Your smile falters. You tilt his chin up gently until heโs looking at you again.
Bruceโs eyes are softer than you expect. โI know itโs only been a couple days. But I do.โ
You nod slowly. โOf course you do. Heโs Hal.โ
โHeโs annoying,โ Bruce whispers. โHe talks so much. He leaves his boots on the coffee table. Heโs the worst cook ever.โ
You raise a brow. โSounds like love.โ
Bruce huffs something like a laugh. โHe doesnโt know how to shut up during sex.โ
โMaybe you just need something to put in his mouth.โ
That earns a real laugh.
โIโm being serious,โ Bruce says after a beat. โI hate when heโs gone. Even when heโs driving me insane. Itโs likeโฆโ
He falters, eyes flicking away from yours.
You nudge his knee with yours. โLike what?โ
Bruce exhales. โLike part of me isnโt here. When itโs just us, itโs so good. But when itโs all threeโฆโ He searches for the words. โItโs more. Like breathing easier.โ
You press a soft kiss to his cheek. โI know exactly what you mean.โ You kiss him twice. โHeโs loud and chaotic and distracts you at the worst times. But he also looks at you like you hung the stars.โ
Bruce swallows, suddenly quieter. โSometimes I think he only looks at you like that.โ
You pause, surprised. โBruceโฆโ
โItโs okay,โ he mutters quickly. โI donโt need him to. I donโt expect that. I just, sometimes I watch him with you, and I wonder how the hell I got this lucky.โ
Your chest tightens. You reach for his hand and press it against your chest. โHe adores you, Bruce. You have us both wrapped around your finger. You trusted us enough to stop pretending you didnโt want to be held like this, and that makes me absolutely obsessed with you. Because youโre mine. And Hal sees that. He sees it in both of us.โ
Bruce is quiet for a long time. You can feel the weight of that conversation settle gently between you. Finally, he says, โI like knowing he sees me, too.โ
โHe does,โ you whisper, kissing his hair. โHe sees all of you.โ
You lie like that for a while. Tangled. Quiet. Safe.
Eventually Bruce murmurs, โCan we FaceTime him tomorrow?โ
You smile. โWe can send him a goodnight photo if you want.โ
He groans. โGod no. Heโll ask questions.โ
โAnd youโll answer none of them, blush like a schoolgirl and pout while he teases you. Itโs tradition.โ
โI do not blush.โ
You just look at him.
Bruce tries to scowl. โI donโt.โ
You nuzzle into his cheek, grinning. โOh, you absolutely do.โ
Bruce mutters something unintelligible and buries his face deeper into your chest, but the tips of his ears are already pink.
โYou know,โ you tease softly, fingers tracing idle shapes along the bare skin of his back, โitโs only fair I keep calling you that now. Daddyโs sweet little boy. It has a nice ring to it.โ
โStop,โ he groans into your sternum.
โBruce,โ you whisper, delight curling around every syllable, โyou begged. You said please, all wrecked and needy and then you called me daddy. Iโm going to be high off that for days.โ
He mumbles something like never again, but he curls tighter into you, possessive and embarrassed all at once
You kiss his hair, gentle now. โYou know, I keep teasing you about it, but we donโt have to tell Hal right away,โ you say, voice softer, grounding the moment. โThis doesnโt have to be some big, open thing if you donโt want it to be. It can be ours for a bit.โ
โBut itโs not just mine, is it?โ
You lift your head slightly to look at him, your hand coming up to rest against his jaw. โIt can be what you need it to be. We can test it together. Figure out what fits, what feels safe, what makes you feel heldโ you pause, stroking your thumb across his cheekbone.ย
He blinks up at you, eyes glassy again, but not from lust this time.
โBefore we tell Hal?โ you add gently. โWe can take our time. Play with it. Try the word in different ways. With boundaries and rules.โ
He doesnโt answer right away.
Then: โI want to tell him.โ
You tilt your head. โYeah?โ
Bruce nods, slow but sure. โNot because I want him to laugh at me. Or tease me. But becauseโฆโ His voice drops, unsure. โBecause I want it to be mine with you. Only mine. I want him to know that. That Iโm the only one who gets to call you that.โ
Your breath catches, surprised by the intensity in his voice. You kiss slowly the top of his head and he settles back between your legs, his whole body dropping on you. You donโt move the hand from his hair and back when he positions his head in your chest, leaving a kiss near your breast.ย You take the real blanket and prop it on top of him and yourself too.
You huff a laugh. โYou know how Hal is with names. It goes with hyperfixations. He stopped calling you Spooky one month into dating,โ you say.
โI fucking hated that,โ Bruce annotated, you could feel his eyebrow burrow.
โI know you did,โ you commented in a whisper before coming back at what you were saying. โAnd did you already forget the phase when he said Sir, Yes Sir every time I tell him something in bed?โ
Bruce groans again, dragging a hand over his face like heโs reliving a war crime. โPlease donโt remind me.โ
You canโt help but grin. โHe saluted, Bruce.โ
โHe saluted while fully naked,โ he mutters. โI thought I was going to die.โ
You bite your lip, trying not to laugh out loud. โHe was committed to the bit.โ
โHeโs always committed to the bit. Thatโs the problem.โ
You tilt your head, affection curling in your chest. โHe likes naming things. He likes giving moments little markers. Words he can cling to.โ
โWords thatโll haunt me forever,โ Bruce mutters into your collarbone.
โHeโs just loud about what he loves,โ you say softly, stroking his back. โAnd we both know he loves you.โ
Bruce is quiet for a moment. Then: โDo you think heโd actually be okay with it? With me calling you that?โ
You hum, thoughtful. โI think heโd pretend heโs not. But heโd be happy. And he'd let you keep that word just for you. You know how much it means to him when you let go.โ
Bruce doesnโt say anything but he nestles closer, cheek pressed flat against your chest, arms tightening around you.
You kiss the top of his head. โSo when we tell him, weโll do it together, whenever you want. And heโll still be his same annoying self, but now heโll know what this means to you.โ
Bruce mumbles, โAnd heโll never shut up about it.โ
โNope.โ
โHeโll come up with something stupid to call it.โ
โProbably.โ
โโฆSomething like The Daddy Incident.โ
You snort. โOr Operation: Whoโs Your Daddy. He loves a codename.โ
Bruce sighs, but itโs fond. โI hate how accurate that is.โ
Your whole body shakes with laughter, Bruce just groans and buries his face deeper, regretting everything. He rolls his eyes but doesnโt move away. The two of you stay like this for a while, talking and laughing. You take care of Bruce, as always, running a bath for the both of you. He washes your hair gently and you clean him up perfectly. You slip in the silk pink pajamas he gifted to you some months ago while he just wears sweatpants and nothing else. You fall back in the same position, Bruce tucked in your chest, you curling his damp hair in your fingers and touching some of the scars in his back.
โYou are such a pretty boy,โ your voice thick with affection, not really sexual, but still making him squirm. โCall me daddy again,โ you whisper, just for him.
And this time, no hesitation.
โDaddy," he stops a beat. "I love you."
Your smile is everything. โSuch a good boy. I love you too, Bruce.โ
you kiss your cat three times in a row and suddently you have catgirl!sukuna purring in your chest. a grown ass woman. ๊ฐ เญญ ห. แตแต
cw: crack, fluff, lots of cuddling and kissing, art by cakkez
You know what? Maybe it's your fault, maybe you should have adopted and not buy a pink and black kitty. Maybe that was the first red flag, because kitties are definitely not naturally pink. Not only that, but the seller really wanted to get rid of it so he sold it at a very good price.
And for four years, you lived in your tiny apartment with a pink and black kitten that draw everyone's attention when they visited. You named her Sukuna but because it was too long you end up calling her Suki every time.
She was very grumpy at the start, not wanting to get close to you or anyone, she even escaped once! But after some months, she ended up accepting you as your owner and became kinda clingy.
You weren't really into physical affection, one of the reasons you adopted a cat, you were sure she wouldn't be as Suki ended up being. When you lay down, she's always close to your face, resting her head in your cheek or lips, almost begging for a kiss. You usually give her one and put her back down because you're terrified of falling asleep and suffocate her.
But one lazy afternoon you were scrolling through your phone for hours with Suki curled up on your chest like always, her pink fur soft and keeping your nose warm. She kept pushing her tiny nose against your chin, purring louder than usual, her big red eyes half closed in pure bliss
You looked down for a moment and awwww, she was too adorable that a need to squish her and shake her really hard filled your body. Before you could stop yourself, you scooped her up closer.
"You're SO cute, ugh!" you muttered.
You planted a big kiss on her fuzzy forehead. One. Two. Three times in a row.
Poof!
A burst of sparkly light filled the room, pink like cotton candy exploding. You blinked hard, not even realizing the unfamiliar weight on top of you. When the dust faded, Suki was gone. Instead, there was a woman on top of you. Tall, like really tall, probably over six feet. Buff too, with strong arms covered in black tattoos. Her hair was the same pink, falling wild down her back
Oh and she was completely naked, looking at you with the softest red eyes.
You screamed as loud as your throat allowed.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?!" you screamed, scrambling backward off the couch so fast you tripped over your own feet. The remote went flying. You bolted toward the kitchen, heart hammering like it wanted to escape your chest. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY CAT?"
You ran around the tiny apartment like a maniac, knocking over a chair and almost face planting into the fridge. "Suki?! SUKI WHERE ARE YOU?!"
Behind you, the woman followed, her bare feet padding quickly. "Hey, wait! Please calm down! It's me, okay? It's Suki. Stop running!"
You whipped around, eyes wide, pressing your back against the wall near the window. "You are NOT Suki. Suki is a cat, not a naked woman. WHY DON'T YOU HAVE CLOTHES ON?"
"BECAUSE CATS DON'T WEAR CLOTHES."
"DON'T SCREAMING AT ME," you pointed at her chest and oh! Her tits are big too
She stopped a few steps away, hands up like she was trying not to scare a wild animal. Which, fair, because you felt pretty wild right now. Her cheeks flushed a little and she glanced down at herself, suddenly aware of the whole naked situation but not really covering up much. Those tattoos shifted with her muscles as she moved.
"Can I explain myself?" Suki (allegedly) said. You squinted your eyes but nodded. "I was cursed and got turned into a cat. Only true affection from someone who really cared could break it. And youโฆ you kissed me three times. That was the trigger."
"That's the plot of a Disney movie."
"No it's not."
"It is. Suki would've known because we watched it together when I was sick."
She sighed, her hand coming up to brush her hair out of her face. "Can we please sit down and talk? I've been stuck as a cat for way too long and I really missed being able to hug you back properly."
"No."
"C'mon!"
"We are not sitting down until you have clothes on. This is too weird." You tell her, moving from the kitchen to your room, her following you and leaning down so she can be closer to you in some way, when her hand comes up to grab something in the top shelf of your wardrobe, you swat her arm. She doesn't even flinch.
"I can do that myself."
"Mhm, I know. But I want to help you, have you thought of that?" She shows you a crooked smile, her fangs longer than the rest of her teeth.
"Whatever," you mutter between your teeth and shove the biggest top and shorts that you have. "I don't have any bras or panties that can fit you. You should consider a breast reduction."
"Sure." She nods slowly, pulling the fabric over her head, her body straining it at that moment. It barely fits, but it works for now.
You both ended up on the bed eventually. You sat on one end, knees pulled up like a shield. She took the other side, but she kept leaning toward you like she couldn't help it. Old habits died hard.
"Okayโฆ explain," you said, voice still shaky.
She laughed softly. "Like I told you, I was cursed by someone who didn't like my attitude. Turned me into a cat until someone showed me real love."
"And that was me." You realized slowly. She was still your cat, she acted just like her even in human form. You felt your cheeks burn again. "So all those times you shoved your face in my mouthโฆ"
"Yeah. I was hoping you'd do exactly what you did today." She grinned, big and proud. "Three kisses. Boom. Curse broken. And now I'm here with you."
You looked at her huge frame taking up most of your tiny bed and the way your clothes were fighting to stay on her. "Suki, this is insane. How could I be such an idiot?" you muttered, more to yourself, but she heard it perfectly.
"Hey, you're my favorite idiot," she said, scooting a little closer. Her hand reached out slowly, testing if you'd flinch. When you didn't, she rested it on your knee. It was warm and way bigger than Suki's tiny paw, but the touch felt weirdly familiar. "I've been waiting to do this for years. To actually hold you back. To tell you how much I like when you talk to me even though I couldn't answer."
You swallowed hard, heart still racing but not from pure panic anymore. She was looking at you like you were the best thing in her whole world, the same way she used to stare when you came home from work. Only now she could say it out loud.
"Fuck." Your mind was rushing.
"We can figure this out," Sukuna said eagerly. "I can help you around the house now."
You let a long sigh, covering your face with your hands as you lay down on your bed. Sukuna takes that as a sign to get closer, laying beside you, her big arm comes around your waist.
"What are you doing?" You peek over your fingers at her face, which is awkwardly close to yours.
"Cuddling. Can we?" She was pouting now with the same big eyes as always.
You ended up nodding because how could you say no to her?
She buried her face in your neck, one leg and arm pulling you as close to her as possible. Her strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you right into her lap before you could even think about pulling back. She was so warm and solid, way bigger than you.
She started purring, a deep rumble that vibrated against your skin and made your whole body tingle. And before you know it, she's leaving small kisses in your neck.
"Wait, Suki! Hah, that tickles!" you squeaked, but she just held you tighter, one big hand rubbing up and down your back while the other kept you locked against her chest.
She looks down at you for a long time before she says: "Can I have a kiss?"
"Huh? Already?"
"Yes," she says. "I've earned it, right?"
Your brain was still catching up, but you didn't pull away when she leaned in either.
"Fineโฆ one kiss," you mumbled, leaning in a little.
The second your lips brushed hers, she melted, kissing you in the messiest and most desperate way possible.
"Mmm, more," she whispered against your mouth. "I waited years for this. Please?"
You keep kissing for a long time, not even thinking about the weird situation you're in for a moment because she's huge and her hands are everywhere. It's easy to get lost in Sukuna.
When you pulled back, there was a string of saliva between you and her.
"You're so warm and your lips tastes so good," she whispered, squeezing you closer. "Kiss me again? I've been good for four years, I deserve all the kisses now."
You laughed nervously but gave in, pressing a kiss to the top of her head like you used to do when she was tiny. She made this cute little sound and snuggled even harder, her buff arms caging you in gently but firmly. There was no escaping. Not that you really wanted to right now.
"Stay right here," she said. "Forever if you let me. You're my favorite human."
She kept planting soft kisses wherever she could reach.
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you kiss your cat three times in a row and suddently you have catgirl!sukuna purring in your chest. a grown ass woman. ๊ฐ เญญ ห. แตแต
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You know what? Maybe it's your fault, maybe you should have adopted and not buy a pink and black kitty. Maybe that was the first red flag, because kitties are definitely not naturally pink. Not only that, but the seller really wanted to get rid of it so he sold it at a very good price.
And for four years, you lived in your tiny apartment with a pink and black kitten that draw everyone's attention when they visited. You named her Sukuna but because it was too long you end up calling her Suki every time.
She was very grumpy at the start, not wanting to get close to you or anyone, she even escaped once! But after some months, she ended up accepting you as your owner and became kinda clingy.
You weren't really into physical affection, one of the reasons you adopted a cat, you were sure she wouldn't be as Suki ended up being. When you lay down, she's always close to your face, resting her head in your cheek or lips, almost begging for a kiss. You usually give her one and put her back down because you're terrified of falling asleep and suffocate her.
But one lazy afternoon you were scrolling through your phone for hours with Suki curled up on your chest like always, her pink fur soft and keeping your nose warm. She kept pushing her tiny nose against your chin, purring louder than usual, her big red eyes half closed in pure bliss
You looked down for a moment and awwww, she was too adorable that a need to squish her and shake her really hard filled your body. Before you could stop yourself, you scooped her up closer.
"You're SO cute, ugh!" you muttered.
You planted a big kiss on her fuzzy forehead. One. Two. Three times in a row.
Poof!
A burst of sparkly light filled the room, pink like cotton candy exploding. You blinked hard, not even realizing the unfamiliar weight on top of you. When the dust faded, Suki was gone. Instead, there was a woman on top of you. Tall, like really tall, probably over six feet. Buff too, with strong arms covered in black tattoos. Her hair was the same pink, falling wild down her back
Oh and she was completely naked, looking at you with the softest red eyes.
You screamed as loud as your throat allowed.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?!" you screamed, scrambling backward off the couch so fast you tripped over your own feet. The remote went flying. You bolted toward the kitchen, heart hammering like it wanted to escape your chest. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY CAT?"
You ran around the tiny apartment like a maniac, knocking over a chair and almost face planting into the fridge. "Suki?! SUKI WHERE ARE YOU?!"
Behind you, the woman followed, her bare feet padding quickly. "Hey, wait! Please calm down! It's me, okay? It's Suki. Stop running!"
You whipped around, eyes wide, pressing your back against the wall near the window. "You are NOT Suki. Suki is a cat, not a naked woman. WHY DON'T YOU HAVE CLOTHES ON?"
"BECAUSE CATS DON'T WEAR CLOTHES."
"DON'T SCREAMING AT ME," you pointed at her chest and oh! Her tits are big too
She stopped a few steps away, hands up like she was trying not to scare a wild animal. Which, fair, because you felt pretty wild right now. Her cheeks flushed a little and she glanced down at herself, suddenly aware of the whole naked situation but not really covering up much. Those tattoos shifted with her muscles as she moved.
"Can I explain myself?" Suki (allegedly) said. You squinted your eyes but nodded. "I was cursed and got turned into a cat. Only true affection from someone who really cared could break it. And youโฆ you kissed me three times. That was the trigger."
"That's the plot of a Disney movie."
"No it's not."
"It is. Suki would've known because we watched it together when I was sick."
She sighed, her hand coming up to brush her hair out of her face. "Can we please sit down and talk? I've been stuck as a cat for way too long and I really missed being able to hug you back properly."
"No."
"C'mon!"
"We are not sitting down until you have clothes on. This is too weird." You tell her, moving from the kitchen to your room, her following you and leaning down so she can be closer to you in some way, when her hand comes up to grab something in the top shelf of your wardrobe, you swat her arm. She doesn't even flinch.
"I can do that myself."
"Mhm, I know. But I want to help you, have you thought of that?" She shows you a crooked smile, her fangs longer than the rest of her teeth.
"Whatever," you mutter between your teeth and shove the biggest top and shorts that you have. "I don't have any bras or panties that can fit you. You should consider a breast reduction."
"Sure." She nods slowly, pulling the fabric over her head, her body straining it at that moment. It barely fits, but it works for now.
You both ended up on the bed eventually. You sat on one end, knees pulled up like a shield. She took the other side, but she kept leaning toward you like she couldn't help it. Old habits died hard.
"Okayโฆ explain," you said, voice still shaky.
She laughed softly. "Like I told you, I was cursed by someone who didn't like my attitude. Turned me into a cat until someone showed me real love."
"And that was me." You realized slowly. She was still your cat, she acted just like her even in human form. You felt your cheeks burn again. "So all those times you shoved your face in my mouthโฆ"
"Yeah. I was hoping you'd do exactly what you did today." She grinned, big and proud. "Three kisses. Boom. Curse broken. And now I'm here with you."
You looked at her huge frame taking up most of your tiny bed and the way your clothes were fighting to stay on her. "Suki, this is insane. How could I be such an idiot?" you muttered, more to yourself, but she heard it perfectly.
"Hey, you're my favorite idiot," she said, scooting a little closer. Her hand reached out slowly, testing if you'd flinch. When you didn't, she rested it on your knee. It was warm and way bigger than Suki's tiny paw, but the touch felt weirdly familiar. "I've been waiting to do this for years. To actually hold you back. To tell you how much I like when you talk to me even though I couldn't answer."
You swallowed hard, heart still racing but not from pure panic anymore. She was looking at you like you were the best thing in her whole world, the same way she used to stare when you came home from work. Only now she could say it out loud.
"Fuck." Your mind was rushing.
"We can figure this out," Sukuna said eagerly. "I can help you around the house now."
You let a long sigh, covering your face with your hands as you lay down on your bed. Sukuna takes that as a sign to get closer, laying beside you, her big arm comes around your waist.
"What are you doing?" You peek over your fingers at her face, which is awkwardly close to yours.
"Cuddling. Can we?" She was pouting now with the same big eyes as always.
You ended up nodding because how could you say no to her?
She buried her face in your neck, one leg and arm pulling you as close to her as possible. Her strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you right into her lap before you could even think about pulling back. She was so warm and solid, way bigger than you.
She started purring, a deep rumble that vibrated against your skin and made your whole body tingle. And before you know it, she's leaving small kisses in your neck.
"Wait, Suki! Hah, that tickles!" you squeaked, but she just held you tighter, one big hand rubbing up and down your back while the other kept you locked against her chest.
She looks down at you for a long time before she says: "Can I have a kiss?"
"Huh? Already?"
"Yes," she says. "I've earned it, right?"
Your brain was still catching up, but you didn't pull away when she leaned in either.
"Fineโฆ one kiss," you mumbled, leaning in a little.
The second your lips brushed hers, she melted, kissing you in the messiest and most desperate way possible.
"Mmm, more," she whispered against your mouth. "I waited years for this. Please?"
You keep kissing for a long time, not even thinking about the weird situation you're in for a moment because she's huge and her hands are everywhere. It's easy to get lost in Sukuna.
When you pulled back, there was a string of saliva between you and her.
"You're so warm and your lips tastes so good," she whispered, squeezing you closer. "Kiss me again? I've been good for four years, I deserve all the kisses now."
You laughed nervously but gave in, pressing a kiss to the top of her head like you used to do when she was tiny. She made this cute little sound and snuggled even harder, her buff arms caging you in gently but firmly. There was no escaping. Not that you really wanted to right now.
"Stay right here," she said. "Forever if you let me. You're my favorite human."
She kept planting soft kisses wherever she could reach.
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