Laundry Day
a/n: been sitting in the drafts, maybe I'll edit to make it a fic later if yall interested.
When Sukuna's girl just can't seem to reach the last piece of clothing in the washer.
Pairing: Sukuna x fem!reader
cw: 18+ MDNI, suggestive, no actual smut tho
Laundry days were lazy days, meant for half-assed hair styles and the baggy shirt that sits in the back of the dresser, condemned only to see the light of day when other clothes needed to be washed. They were meant for tiny cotton shorts, and fuzzy calf socks.
All of which drove Sukuna insane with the need to bend you over the nearest surface while he fucked you through it.
Instead here he was, banished to the other room because he couldn't keep his hands to himself. He scoffs. This place was half his too, why should he have to stay out of the laundry room.
Walking by he glances into the offending room and he's immediately stiffening.
You're so cute, on your tip-toes, half your body inside the washing machine, trying in vain to grab cloths at the very bottom. Sukuna just can't help himself - or maybe he can. Which is why he's quietly walking your way now, tongue darting out to lick at his lips.
"You having fun in there?" He asks, leaning against the doorway. You pull back and looks at him with equal parts determination and dejection.
"No, I can't reach the last sock! Sukuna can you please?"
"I would," He raises his hands with a shrug, "but I've been given strict orders not to enter." You're narrowing her eyes at him, lip twitching.
"You're here now so what's the difference?"
"I'm not in the laundry room, I'm at the doorway." You groan in frustration and he just smirks. You'll be groaning for other reasons soon enough.
"You're so unhelpful, it's the best." Moving to launch yourself back into the washer in hopes the momentum will help you reach further into the drum.
And it does, but now you're stuck in limbo over the side, feet not even touching the floor anymore.
"Aha! Got it!"
"Good job, I'm so proud of you! Try to get back out now." The sarcasm dripping from his words is palpable, and it's quiet a moment before your hips begin to wiggle. A deep chuckle rumbles from his chest.
"This isn't funny, a little help would be nice." You huff. It's fine, Sukuna's tired of keeping his hands to himself anyway. He moves behind you, planting them on your hips.
"Manners?" You roll your eyes as you take a calming breath.
"Please help me Sukuna."
"Oh I'm going to help you alright..." He presses his erection into your ass, and your stomach flips.
"Sukuna no not here-" He gives his hips a rough test roll up into yours.
"I don't think you're in any position to be making demands, hmm?"
"I can't even move Sukuna-" he's too busy sliding one hand from your hips to pull your soft shorts and panties aside.
"Good."
Tags: @saiki-enthusiast
