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frat!sukuna didn't take long to discover who you were the next day. his frat brothers having a lot of intel, making it easy to identify you. finding out you had the same class has him, sukuna instantly makes his way to class. Scanning the room as soon as he walks in, searching each row for your face, sukuna spots you on the last row. 'no wonders he doesn't know you'. still hangover from last night, head ducked, you don't notice sukuna standing next to your seat. he lets out a cough loud enough to make you look up. you felt your heart sink to your ass. sukuna crosses his arms and glares down at you before opening his mouth. "did you hit your head or something? why're you just staring." your professor entered and interrupted before you could answer.

you though you were safe, until sukuna sat next to you. you're so screwed.

throughout the whole class, you felt like you were melting due to the intensity of sukuna's glare. hardly able to focus on the lecture. as soon as class was dismissed, you got up as fast as you can to try and get away from the intimidating man sitting right next to you. unfortunately, you weren't fast enough. he grabbed your arm before you could leave, stopping you in your tracks. "where do you think you're going? we still have unfinished business from last night."

frat!sukuna started tormenting you since. giving him your number after having being intimidated and pressured by him. he'd dial your number every time he needed something. whether it be for a can of root beer, to retrieve something somewhere, or because he's just bored and wanted to mess with you. you obeyed to everything any way, too scared to know what he do if she refused.

soon after, frat!sukuna would show up everywhere. he'd sit next to you during lectures, eat at the same table as you during lunch, and he'd even show up during your study sessions at the campus library. you see him so often, you almost feel sick seeing his face. almost. ever since that night you got drunk, you've been bump into sukuna more often. as if he'd become a tragic daily reoccurrence in your life. and when you'd think it couldn't get any worse.

frat!sukuna starts becoming handsy with you. during lectures he'd slide his arm behind your seat, toying with your hair every now and then. you'd feel his knees bumping yours. elbows grazing once in a while. it was subtle at first, until it started to feel more intentional. his hand would snake its way to your waist. grabbing your hand, saying you're walking too slow and would drag you through the hallways. his touches lingered longer the more he's around you. you start to think it's unusual for him to be this way with you but you push the thought away. it's nothing to make a big deal out of. you ignore the beating in your chest and the pulsating down there.

except you can't fully ignore it. every time you're around sukuna, you feel tense. heat creeping up to your face. the beating in your chest becoming stronger. you really do try your best to ignore it, except his touch really isn't making it easier for you. avoiding his gaze as much as posible and stuttering when replying to him. sukuna grows suspicious, fortunately though he lets it slide. seeing you all tense and nervouse around him riles him up. and without admitting it, he's aroused by the fact too.

frat!sukuna who begins to bring you to parties. insisting it's so he has someone to order around and bully. keeping you by his side at all times. one night during a party, located at their frat house, you notice sukuna had a little too much too drink. Seeing as he'd become a bit sloppy. somewhat sensing he needed a breather, you ask him is he's alright. he doesn't say a word, instead taking your hand and taking you with him upstairs. sukuna brings you into a room, you assume is his. it was dimly lit. he walks up to his bed and plunks unto it. you stood next to the door, unsure of what to do, nervously fidgeting with the hem of your dress. sukuna notices and orders you to sit next to him on the bed. obediently, you slowly make your way to him. surprisingly, sukuna grabs you and pulls you on top of him. taken aback by the sudden action, you don't move. your senses hightened. suddenly, you became aware of every little thing.

frat!sukuna examines your face. your cheeks flushed, eyes dilated. if he weren't intoxicated, he would've teased you about it. instead, he stays quiet. staring at your face, glancing at your lips at times. the loud music from downstairs drowned by the tension going on between you and sukuna. your faces inches closer to one another. moving on it's own. right before your lips crash, you pull away swiftly. standing back up. making up an excuse, saying you'll get him a glass of water so he can sober up, you left in a hurry. leaving sukuna dumbfounded.

rushing downstairs, your mind wanders back to a few minutes ago. in disbelief, you slap yourself lightly. your heart pounding almost as loud as the bass playing the the background. a sudden wave of adrenaline washed over you. making your way back upstairs to sukuna with a glass of water in your hand. you twist the knob of his door, expecting to see sukuna laying on his bed. however once the door swung open, it wasn't just sukuna in the room. or on the bed. but a woman on top of him, heavily making out with him.

you drop the glass unexpectedly, catching sukuna and the woman's attention. you leave in a hurry, suddenly feeling suffocated. once you made it into your dorm, tears immediately started to fall from your eyes. you couldn't deny your feelings any longer. you fell for sukuna. the whole night you cried your heart out, letting it all out for once. because after tonight, you're going back to ignoring frat!sukuna.

He doesn't fuck you. Not yet.

First, he spreads you open.

Two fingers hook into your cunt and pull -slow, deliberate- stretching you while the webcam captures every glistening detail. Your hole clenches on nothing, pink and puffy and dripping.

“Look at this mess.” His voice drips contempt as he angles the camera, zooming in on the way your pussy weeps for him.

His laugh is low. Cruel.

“Fine. Since you're so desperate.”

He teases his tip against your entrance- the camera catches your gummy walls stretching around that fat cockhead, the first inch sinking into wet, sucking heat.

Then he punches into your guts.

“MMMNGH-!!”

One brutal thrust buries him to the hilt. He presses a palm against your belly, watching the shape of his cock distort your tummy, “There. That's where I'm going to break my girl.”

His pace is punishing- hips pistoning, cock battering your cervix until your insides go soft. Mushy. Ruined. Each thrust punches a muffled sob from your gagged mouth, drool splattering against your tits.

“Hnnngh- ! MMMPH- !!”

“Can't understand you.” He tugs the chain hard and your back arches, “Use your words. Oh wait- you can't.”

Fuck. Clenching so hard. Trying to milk me already.

The wet sounds are filthy. Your pussy squelches around him, arousal whipping to cream, a thick white froth clinging to his shaft and oozing around the stretched rim.

“Making such a mess.” He angles the camera lower, catching the creamy ring at the base, “Like a bitch in heat.”

His thumb finds your clit, “Gonna cum? Cream on my cock like the desperate little fucktoy you are?”

You nod frantically- tears streaming, drool pooling, nipples throbbing.

“Then do it. Show them what a pathetic slut you are.”

He rams your cervix and holds-

You shatter. Absolutely shatter around him. In his arms. In front of so many...

Your orgasm rips through in a blinding wave, walls clamping so hard he grunts, cunt creaming around him in thick, milky spurts. He fucks you through it without mercy.

“Mmmngh-! HNNGH- !”

“Good girl.” Mocking. Empty. He pulls you by the chain into a kiss, nipples stretching, “Again.”

The view count ticks past fifty thousand.

Sukuna doesn't glance at it.

His hips slow. Still buried, cock throbbing against your battered cervix, but the brutal rhythm eases into something deeper. Rolling.

“Fuck-“ His composure cracks, “that's my girl.”

His hand leaves the chain, cups your jaw. Gentle. Tenderly. Thumb swiping through the spit at the corner of the gag.

For a moment, just a single moment, he holds you.

The view count ticks past fifty five thousand.

Sukuna doesn’t bother to look at him. His gaze stays glued to you, watching you laugh with Shoko, and a small, proud tilt curls at the corner of his mouth.

"Hard not to," Sukuna rumbles. "She looks way too damn good for a place like this."

"Right?" the stranger says, taking another slow sip of his drink, clearly taking that agreement as an invitation to keep talking. His gaze drags over Sukuna’s massive build, the plain shirt, joggers, and face tattoos, and a cocky smirk appears on his face, like he’s already decided he’s got the upper hand. “Hottest woman in here, hands down. Gorgeous, carries herself well, and that smile… I was just about to head over, buy her a drink, see where the night takes us.”

Sukuna finally turns his head, sizing the man up with calm, almost lazy interest. He’s objectively handsome—tall, impeccably groomed, his shirt tailored tight over a sharp, well-built frame. He looks like the type who’s used to getting whatever he wants and moves through the world with the confidence that says he’s never had to fight for attention.

"Yeah?" Sukuna rasps, amusement flickering in his eyes as the man keeps embarrassing himself.

"I mean, c'mon, look at her," the stranger continues, sipping his drink. "She looks like she’s got real standards. Probably has a great job, drinks the good stuff. She needs a guy who knows how to keep up with her and actually treat her right."

Leaning back against the bar, Sukuna crosses his massive arms over his chest, thoroughly entertained by the sheer audacity of it all. Listening to a complete stranger explain what kind of man his wife needs is absurd enough that he's more than happy to let him keep digging his own grave.

"Yeah, she’s something else alright," Sukuna drawls. "You really think she'd go for you?"

"Oh, I know she would," the man replies, adjusting his cuff with a smug grin. "I've got the job, the car, the looks. Women like her know a good thing when they see it."

A deep, amused huff rumbles out of Sukuna. If this idiot so much as crossed a real line, he’d snap his neck without a second thought. For now, though, watching this polished suit walk himself straight into a wall is way too funny to interrupt.

"You've got it all figured out, huh?"

"Hey, confidence gets results," the stranger says, grinning. “Tell you what—friendly wager.” He reaches into his pocket, pulls out his leather wallet, fishes out a crisp, high-value bill, and slides it across the bar between them. "This says I'll have her number and a kiss before the night's out."

Sukuna tilts his head, a wicked smirk slowly spreading across his face.

"Alright,” he says. “Mind if I go first?"

The stranger gives Sukuna one last once-over, lingering on the intimidating ink on his face, the back of his neck, and the lines wrapping around his wrists and biceps. To him, Sukuna looks like someone who got lost on his way home from the gym, or maybe a prison, though he’s a little too well-kept for that. He lets out a dismissive chuckle, already certain there's no way a woman like you would give a brute in joggers the time of day.

"Go right ahead, man," the guy says, waving him on. "Show me how it's done. No chance in hell you're pulling her."

"Watch," Sukuna says simply, pushing off the bar and walking across the floor, his massive frame cutting right through the crowded room.

Over by the bar, you're mid-sentence when a broad, warm palm gently taps your shoulder. You turn around, and the moment your eyes land on your husband, your whole face lights up.

"Hey," you breathe, the sight of him instantly making your cheeks flush warm. He looks stupid hot tonight, towering over everyone around him.

Sukuna steps in so close that your back presses into the edge of the bar, his body boxing you in until there's nowhere else to go. He pulls his phone from his pocket, unlocks it, and hands it to you, leaning down until his mouth hovers right at your ear.

"Can you look up that Korean place we went to, like, two months ago?" he rumbles, his voice low and soft against your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver racing down your spine. "I can't remember the name."

"Oh, so now you need me?" you tease, but your fingers are already flying over the screen. "Yeah, hang on…"

Across the room, the man at the bar narrows his eyes, watching you take Sukuna's phone without a hint of hesitation and immediately start tapping away. He smirks, swirling the melting ice in his glass, already convinced he's seen this play before. Classic move, he thinks, assuming you're just typing in a fake number to get the giant out of your personal space. He's already rehearsing his opening line for when Sukuna walks away empty-handed.

You hand the phone back to Sukuna, a triumphant little smile tugging at your lips. "Found it."

“Thanks, baby,” Sukuna murmurs, sliding the phone into his pocket.

His palm reaches up, fingers gently catching your chin, and he tilts your face up to his. Leaning down, he presses a soft kiss to your lips, sweet, unhurried, and so deliberate it makes your heart skip a beat. When he pulls back just a breath, his crimson eyes catch yours, gleaming with smug, mischievous heat. A knowing smirk tugs at his mouth as he shifts his weight, about to step away.

Across the bar, the guy rolls his eyes, muttering, “A polite peck? That doesn't count for shit—"

He doesn’t even get to finish the thought. The second Sukuna starts to pull away, your hands fly up, and your fingers twist tight into the front of his shirt. You yank him back down, but even then, you still have to rise onto your toes, stretching just to reach him. Your mouth crashes into his in a kiss that’s deep, intense, and filthy enough to strip away any composure he might have had left.

A low, surprised rumble vibrates against your lips before Sukuna's arm snaps around your waist and his other hand finds the nape of your neck, pulling you flush against his chest. He only deepens the kiss, his thumb digging into your hip while you cling to his shirt just to keep him close.

The stranger hasn’t moved at all, his jaw practically welded to the floor. His eyes are wide, blown out in pure shock, watching as the gorgeous woman he’d been so sure about just yanked a terrifying brute down for a kiss that leaves nothing to the imagination.

"What the fuck..." he mutters, staring in disbelief. "No way he actually pulled that off..."

Toji passes by on his way to the bathroom and hears the words. Without even slowing his pace, he just glances at the man’s stunned expression, lets out a dry, wheezing chuckle, and deadpans over his shoulder, “That's his wife, moron."

By the time your grip loosens and you drop back onto your heels, your breath is ragged, lips flushed and tingling, and you’re staring up at your husband with nothing but shameless, unfiltered adoration.

Sukuna’s thumb drags slowly across your lower lip, tugging it just a little, while a broad, utterly satisfied grin stretches across his face.

“Good girl,” he rasps, lowering his voice, and the praise sends a jolt right between your legs.

"Every fucking time," Shoko groans from the side. "One drink and you're attached to him again."

"You say that like I'm complaining," Sukuna chuckles.

"I fail to see the problem either," you chirp with a shameless grin.

Shoko shakes her head at you, then looks at your husband. "You know, I used to have a lot less patience for you. It's annoying how much harder you've become to stay mad at."

Sukuna just snorts at that.

"Anyway," he says, giving your waist one last squeeze before glancing at the rest of the group. "You girls joining us at the booth?"

"Yeah, yeah, we'll be there in a minute. Now shoo," Yuki says, waving him away. "We've got gossip to catch up on first."

Sukuna just lifts his hands in mock surrender, huffing an amused laugh as he turns on his heel and heads back toward the stranger waiting at the end of the bar.

“Easiest money I've made all week,” he drawls, picking up the bill. He gives the stunned man a small nod and walks toward his friends at the booth.

but there it was. sat on his kitchen counter, a medium-sized red box with a tied bow of ribbon. inside laid a knife sharpener. a good one that actually costs money, not some don-quijote-dollar-store junk. there's a note tucked under it, folded once neatly. your handwriting was pretty yet unusual. rather on-brand.

your knives looked dull and i'm tired of not being able to julienne cut carrots whenever i cook here. figured i'd save you and me both from chopping a finger off. happy birthday.

you didn't sign your name, you didn't need to. it bothered him that you knew he would know who it was from. it bothered him even more when you never brought it up, sticking to the routine of never acknowledging him outside of a respectful bow whenever you bumped into each other in the itadori apartment or a rare moment in public.

you weren't infallible, though. as much as you'd want to keep your interactions with the older itadori to a minimum, sometimes fate has other ideas.

he was already half-asleep when the phone rang, and he almost let it go to voicemail until he saw the caller id.

you didn't call him. ever. not once in however long he'd known you, not for anything. yuuji was your first go-to. then the red head, he's 99% sure. following after, fushiguro's kid. hell, anyone before sukuna.

so when your name lit up his screen at a little after midnight, he was moving before he'd even answered, some part of him already knowing this wasn't nothing. your voice hit him worse than he expected. it was wobbly and scarily soft, the sound of someone trying oh-so-hard to stay calm. he'd heard that tone of voice before. a long time ago, in circumstances he didn't like thinking about.

"u-um, i'm really sorry for calling you so late. there's... there's a man following me, sukuna. i don't know what to do. i did the walking in a circle trick to make sure, and he's still a couple meters behind me, and i.." your voice trails off in a tremble.

i'm coming. don't stop saying things, alright?" sukuna's voice rasps over the line, still deep from the slumber.

you oblige and keep blabbering to him, random stuff about your day and how your classes went. nothing to tip off the man a couple dozen steps behind you, as sukuna reminded you. he asks you to discreetly let him know where you were walking and you mention the closed-down laundromat, the one with the flickering sign. he knows exactly where that is. it's a dodgy stretch, badly lit, with no cameras.

"don't run," he says, taking the stairs two at a time instead of waiting on the elevator. "keep walking toward the main road. towards the streetlights. you hear me?" he hears you hum an "mm-hmmm" shakily.

"eyes forward. don't look back at him." sukuna's already running the red light two blocks from his building, spinning the steering wheel fast when he comes around the bend. "i'm two minutes out. you're doing good, okay? just keep talking to me. tell me something stupid. i don't care what, don't stop talking."

you ramble away, trying your best not to let your legs give out as you keep the pace steady. when you see the familiar black lexus' white leds come into view, you breathe a huge sigh of relief.

the car doesn't even fully stop before he's stepping out of it, door slammed behind him, the engine still running in the middle of the street. he's in front of you instantly, close enough to smell his spicy sandalwood cologne.

"go sit in the car." his voice is firm, in a different register entirely from the calm tone he had with you in the phone. "lock the doors. don't watch."

you don't listen. not fully, anyway. you get in the car like he says, but you don't take your eyes off him, watching through the tinted windows as he goes to face the man who's finally stopped walking, clearly recalculating the odds of the night now that there's someone the size of a bull standing between you and him.

you can't hear what sukuna says from inside the vehicle. you can see it though; with the stillness in his shoulders as he says words that send the guy one step back and then two more, eventually turning and walking fast in the other direction like he suddenly remembered he had somewhere else to be.

sukuna watches him go for a long moment before he turns back toward the car.

when he gets in, he doesn't say anything. he simply sits there a second with both hands on the wheel, jaw tight. he's deciding whether he really wants to let the creep go without a physical lesson to take home. but he knows best that you don't listen to anyone, let alone sukuna, so you were most definitely watching the interaction. he didn't want introduce you to that version of him. mindless rumors were one thing, but if you witnessed sukuna was capable of everything people said and more... well. he didn't want to know what you'd think of him then.

"you're still shaking like a fucking leaf." is what comes out instead.

you shake your head, as if to disagree with the very obvious observation. "i'm fine now, promise."

"i didn't ask if you were fine." he reaches over without looking at you and turns the heat up, aiming the vents your way. "i said you're shaking."

you don't have a response for that. you just watch him drive, only his left hand on the wheel now, eyes flicking to you at every red light. it felt like he's checking if you're still there. you would be completely correct.

you blurt a single sentence out of nowhere. "you were the first person who i thought of."

sukuna doesn't say anything to that. just nods once, short, and pulls up outside your building, and doesn't pull away until he watches you get all the way through the front door. realistically, he didn't know how to answer that, which is why he opted for the silence. he thinks about the declaration the whole drive home.

sukuna didn't expect after the incident for things between the both of you to change. it's a week later on a particularly lazy sunday where you're leaning against the breakfast counter, halfway through a rant about your e-mech professor's terrible lectures when sukuna walks in for coffee.

you don't do the usual thing of ignoring his presence. instead, you wave him toward the mug he always uses. it was clean and awaiting him by the pot of already-brewed folger's. he wordlessly moves to pour himself the cup, and it goes unnoticed by yuuji and your other friends. he takes a couple sips and leaves it there, opting to move to the couch and read a dusty magazine that hadn't been opened since the moment it was kept on the coffee table. he was trying to not to look too conspicuous that he was invested in your ramblings.

you pay no mind and yap away, hands gesturing through the story, and somewhere in the middle of it you reach over without looking and steal a sip of his abandoned coffee. like it was habitual. he swallows the cough that tries to erupt from him, burying his nose deeper in the copy of teen vogue, highly engrossed in the article titled "top five tips to elevate your makeup bag!"

half an hour later when he manages to catch a moment where the rest of them were absent from the living room, he comes up behind you like fog. you only see a pair of tattooed arms cage you in.

"that's disgusting, by the way." he says, awfully close to your ear. you smelled of lilies and vanilla ice cream. he could get high on that scent alone.

you roll your eyes. "you'll live."

you don't even try to look behind at him when you say it, already moving to push past, but he doesn't let you off that easy.

he takes the mug of cold coffee from in front of you. you instantly turn to protest that it's arguably even more disgusting to drink stale coffee, but he's already downing the drink from the same side where your lipstick mark was. his narrow eyes were looking above the rim and straight at you. his gaze made your skin grow hot.

"you're insane," you finally manage with a breathy sputter.

"you started it." he sets the mug down and finally lets you out of his makeshift confines. before you knew it you were left alone, speechless.

sukuna himself didn't know what came over him to act so boldly. you were an itch he couldn't get rid of. the sunlight that seeps through his blinds. he was so close to acting uncouth, unable to make sense of the melting pot of emotions in his mind when he thought of you. you weren't yuuji's little friend anymore. you were fucking lilies and sinful vanilla that invaded his sensibility. it was bringing out a part of him he hadn't seen since his own college days.

you've come alone to the itadori apartment on a tuesday night because yuuji begged you to drop off a textbook he left with you. to no one's surprise, yuuji's not even home because of some study group he forgot he agreed to, so it's just you; standing in sukuna's doorway with an advanced materials textbook in your arms sporting your favorite sweatshirt and snoopy pajamas combo. he was clad in a t-shirt and sweats looking like he wasn't expecting company. he more than doesn't mind that it's you.

"he's not here," he says, stepping back to let you in anyway.

"i know, he told me. i just need to drop this and go, i've got a paper due—"

"do it here." sukuna doesn't pose it as a question.

despite giving him a look and rattling off a bunch of excuses about pending chores and whatnot, you find yourself sitting at the dining table, laptop open, with a plate of dinner he had just made.

"i wasn't actually going to stay," you say, watching him move around the kitchen. "i just really like pesto linguine."

"i know." he slides a glass of water to you. "i won't bother you while you write."

you scoff. "i really doubt that, sukuna."

you end up staying for hours. yuuji texted sukuna a while back that he was staying at megumi's, which he relayed to you. you didn't want to think further on why he let you know that yuuji wouldn't be home. you were trying your best to type away at the essay, but with sukuna reading across from you it was impossibly difficult to focus. you catch him watching you instead of his book, unhurried about it, not bothering to look away when you notice.

"what?" you say, not quite steady.

"nothing." he doesn't go back to reading. "you finish that essay yet?"

"you're distracting me."

"me, distracting?" he sets the book down slowly, leaning back in the wooden chair. "this is the first time i've spoken in two hours." his chair scrapes. two steps and he’s on your side of the table. one tattooed arm plants on the surface beside your laptop. the other reaches past you and closes the lid with a quiet click. “sukuna, i—”

you bite your lip before you realize you did, the lidded look in your eyes giving him enough ammo. a big hand moves to your head, his thumb brushing the side of your neck.

“you’re too much,” his voice was rough with arousal. “every damn time. it's like you know exactly what you’re doing to me.”

you don’t deny it. instead you tilt your head into his palm, calm and curious if he'd cross the line. that tiny surrender is what finally cracks him.

he kisses you like a man starved. sukuna is nothing like what your past boyfriends were. he hopes they don't even come close. his mouth ravages you, tongue sliding against yours as if he needs to taste every second he’s spent away from you. when you make a soft sound against his lips he groans into it, the noise beyond pained.

“fuck,” he mutters against your mouth, already yanking your sweatshirt up and over your head.

“you walk around here smelling like that, talking like that, looking at me like that—” his hands are everywhere at once: your waist, the curve of your breasts through the bra, the soft bit of skin just above your pajamas. “and you expect me to just sit across from you and read a fucking book?”

you let him strip you and shove away your pajamas and underwear down in one impatient motion. let him lift you onto the table with impeccable ease, pushing away your things to make room. he clips off your bra and nearly cums at the sight of your perked nipples. he is every bit the domineering figure he always is; big muscles heaving, thick fingers already sliding between your legs to feel how wet you are for him and gather the slick.

but you notice his hands shake slightly when he finds out. the almost rabid look in his eyes when you don’t look away. sukuna was reeling from how unreal the entire ordeal felt.

“you're soaked,” he breathes in awe. “you’ve been sitting across from me like this for hours.”

you reach down to cup his jaw, thumb brushing over his bottom lip. the simple touch makes his breath stutter. he drops to his knees like the floor pulled him down, spreads your thighs wide and puts his mouth on you with zero restraint.

sukuna licks into you like he’s trying to devour the feeling itself. if you asked him, he was in utopia. his tongue operated in greedy motion, lips sealed around your clit, two thick fingers pushing inside and curling hard at the spot that made you squirm. the sounds he's making are filthy, almost frantic, like he’s the one coming undone.

you thread your fingers into his hair and hold him there, guiding. he follows every tiny shift of your hips like he’s desperate for the instruction. when your legs start to tremble he only works harder, sucking, fingering, chasing your pleasure with single-minded intensity until you come with a broken gasp of his name, thighs clamping around his head.

he doesn’t stop until you tug gently. even then, he stays on his knees a second longer, forehead pressed to your inner thigh, breathing hard, like he’s trying to get his bearings. “good,” he mutters. “that’s one.”

when he stands again, his sweatpants are already shoved down. you make an audible gulp he chuckles at. he’s big and thick, already leaking precum that makes you eager for what his actual cum looks like. he steps between your legs, rubbing at the entrance, making you whine.

"be patient." he murmurs, eyes trained on your wetness mixing with his. sukuna wanted nothing more than to sink into you, but he was too drunk on your juices to not savor the sight before him.

when he does push forward, the sound that leaves him is almost a growl.

“god, you feel so—” he cuts himself off, burying his face in your neck as he starts to move, slow and deep. the table creaks under the force of him. you can feel he's getting impossibly bigger inside you.

sukuna fucks you like the pressure cooker of emotions exploded and his body can't restrain any further. the pace picks up fast, every stroke carrying the weight of months of wanting you, of not understanding why a paradoxical girl like you has him this wrecked.

you wrap your legs around his waist and meet every thrust. your hands slide up his back, pink nails dragging a path of angry red lines, pushing him to hit inside you harder. the way he shudders under the touch tells you everything.

physically sukuna may be in complete control: pinning you, filling you, setting a growing velocity that has you gasping. but mentally, you owned every inch of him. you feel it in the way he chases the soft sounds you make, how he softens the second you lay kisses on his skin, when his rhythm stutters when you breathe his name on the shell of his ear.

“look at me,” you murmur.

he does, immediately. sukuna's eyes were dark and a little wild, pupils blown. his face was flushed a light red and sweat beaded on the surface. the second your gaze holds his, he groans like it hurts, hips snapping harder.

you come again with him watching, pussy tightening around him in pulsing waves. the feeling rips the last of his control. he buries himself to the hilt and follows with a broken sound against your mouth, spilling deep, body trembling through it like the release is almost too much.

his hands have gentled on your hips, thumbs stroking slow circles. he’s still inside you, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hoarsely. "i haven't acted this unhinged since i was twenty."

you brush a strand of pink hair off his forehead fondly and watch the way the simple touch makes his eyes flutter shut for a second. “i must give you real big feelings, huh?”

sukuna’s laugh rumbles, a little helpless. he turns his head just enough to press a kiss in your hair. “you have no idea.”

this was fully written with big feelings by ariana grande on loop for more than two whole hours. proof ⤵

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