'He loves me with every beat of his cocaine heart'

A montage of that moment flashes up on the screen, making you turn away for a moment. You’ve seen it enough times by now. Even though you didn’t see it live given you were late that day, it was broadcast all over the internet in an endless loop since then, and you weren’t really dying to see it today of all days.

The day where he rides again professionally for the first time.

You knew deep down, there wasn’t a world where he’d never try again. He’s been training like mad for this event, his goal being that he would ride again by the end of the year. His muscle mass was a sight to behold, his mind was sharp, and his old balance and coordination seemed to be back to normal. 

Even though you were downright terrified for him, you knew he wouldn’t go out there if he wasn’t sure. He’d promised you at least that much when he first declared he was going to go for it again. Sukuna knew that this whole experience had been just as much hell on you just as it was him, so he wasn’t keen on putting you through something remotely close to that again.

Turning back to the arena, your eyes drift to the chutes where Sukuna is getting strapped in. The sides are clattering on account of the unruly bull he’s slated to ride. If there was one thing about his debut that scared you, it was that he purposefully chose to ride the toughest bull on the circuit right now. 

To add insult to injury, he still was riding helmetless.

Even Toji had strongly advised to start easier and work his way back up, but since when has Sukuna ever been one to take the easy way out? In his words, what the fuck was the point in showing up if you weren’t going to ride the best? Your eyes must’ve looked on in horror because he immediately gripped your biceps, murmuring to you once again that he wouldn’t be doing this if he wasn’t ready.

He better be fucking ready, you think to yourself. If he loses his mind again, he might just have to find a new woman to help him gain it all back.

“Nervous?” Gojo asks to your right. He wasn’t riding this weekend, opting to take a break to see Sukuna back on his debut ride. A small entourage accompanied you this time including him and Sukuna’s family in the row behind the two of you. Toji was barking something down into the chute from his position atop the adjacent fence.

“I’d be lying if I said no,” you murmur, burying your face in your hands.

Gojo chuckles, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer to him. You appreciate the comfort, finding it almost grounding as your mind starts to race with possibilities. A highlight reel of sorts is running on the big screen, no doubt aiding in hyping up the crowd that was already deafening. 

Sukuna surely was loved in this sport.

“He’s fuckin’ crazy, but that’s what makes him the best,” Gojo lets out a chuckle. “He’ll be just fine.”

“You aren’t just saying that to make me feel better?” you retort, knee bouncing your foot on the metal bleachers. 

“I mean, partially yeah. I’d never admit out loud that he’s the best unless it was for a good reason,” Gojo answers, now making you laugh.

“My uncle’s gonna win!” Yuji’s shrill voice chants at a similar age child, Toji’s son Megumi, who sits next to him. 

“You’ve been sayin’ it all morning,” Megumi snaps back, black hair falling into his eyes.

“Yuji put your drink in the cupholder when you’re done drinking!” Jin’s voice barks just as you notice the soda dripping down the child’s arm from sloshing over the cup sides.

“Sorry dad,” his voice softens, doing as he’s told. “I’m sticky now though, help!” he holds out his arm to his father, earning a grimace from Jin in response.

“Nope, you gotta live with it until Uncle Sukuna is done,” his father smirks at the boy and for a moment you see your own boyfriend in the normally docile man’s face.

Not to say your boyfriend isn’t docile, it's just that it’s usually reserved for something super domestic between the two of you that no one else would see. 

“He’s about to go,” Gojo tugs your sleeve, pulling your attention back to the arena. The dirt is all torn up from the prior riders, and considering Sukuna was saved for last, the competition results hinge on these last eight seconds.

The buzzer sounds, chute flies open, and a mottled white and black bull charges out faster than should be possible. 

Sukuna’s face is pure concentration once the first buck hits him, jerking his body to take the impact of the bull’s back against his own. 

His cowboy hat shifts further up his head, revealing pink strands plastered to his face. Another sharp buck from the animal forces Sukuna to shift to the side, still keeping his free hand from touching the animal and avoiding a penalty.

“Nice!” you hear Wasuke shout from behind you along with murmurs of approval from Gojo and Jin.

You wish you could cheer and shout, but all you can do is watch and pray that each time the bull throws its backside into the air that your cowboy stays on for another second. 

Each thud of the hooves into the earth feels like a beat of your heart hammering in your ears. Your grip on the metal bleacher below is starting to get painful, fingers tensing up under the pressure. 

The buzzer blares, signaling time up. 

Sukuna is still on the bull, starting to detach his riding hand.

Then the crowd roars, chanting his name so loudly that the announcers need to wait to start speaking.

Sukuna vaults himself off the back of the bull, landing gracefully in the dirt, red chaps flapping against his legs from the impact. The bull sees the color immediately, staring down Sukuna and for a moment, your breathing stops. Of course it charges your boyfriend and his stupid choice of color! 

He dodges with ease however, launching himself up onto the arena barriers until the bull is wrangled and ushered out of the ring. 

“What a finish!! The king is back folks, if any of you doubted his return, you can see yourselves out now because Sukuna has just scored a 93.5, taking first place for the night!! He’s won!!”

Sukuna jumps back down, running out to the center of the arena and raising his arms in a motion to pump up the crowd.

And boy does it work, the sound is deafening, Sukuna’s own grin spreads wide as he scans the grandstands, taking it all in. 

You’re up cheering now too, partially that it’s over and he’s alive and also because seeing him in his domain, crushing the competition, makes you more proud than you can describe. 

The whole concept of rodeos isn’t exactly something you love participating in, but seeing the man you love doing what he was born to do, loving every second, makes your chest swell. 

He turns to your section now, sauntering over with a cocky strut until he’s at the edge, beckoning you over to him. 

Startled, you look around like he’s motioning for someone other than you, because you aren’t used to this. It’s the first time he’s acknowledged you publicly post ride, but you figure this is now your new normal.

Running towards the railing, you jump into his arms, letting him pull you into his chest. The hard material of his padding meets your body and the scent of musk and spice from his cologne envelops your senses.

Wrapping your arms around his back, you bury your face into the crook of his neck, letting him do the same. Leather from his hat chafes against your neck, but you hardly notice, opting to squeeze the man as hard as you can.

“I’m so proud of you,” you mutter loudly over the crowd, fingers twisting in his shirt. “You did amazing, I’m so glad you’re okay!”

“Yeah?” he pulls back, voice raspy and eyes lidded as he stares down at you. He carefully positions your feet so you’re standing on his boots, helping you avoid the muddy floor as much as he can.

His hat brushes your forehead as he cocks his head, leaning in to kiss you. It shocks you at first, but you quickly melt into it, kissing him back, keeping it G rated of course. 

The way he nibbles at your lip though, you can tell he’s fighting it. In return, you give him a fast nip on his lower lip and with a dash of your tongue, pull back in a flash. 

The cameras can’t see, but down here, the way his crimson eyes darken is unmistakable. 

“Have like 10 minutes till press,” Sukuna mutters against your mouth, pressing bruising kisses against your lips after kicking the door to his suite shut. 

He’d dragged you off the dirt into the restricted area, telling Toji and staff NOT to come with him much to their dismay.

Toji only shook his head, a knowing smirk the only response. 

The only thing remotely usable is the couch, and that’s just where Sukuna moves toward, making stops along the way to pin you against various objects, raking his teeth down your jaw and neck while working you both out of your clothes. 

Eventually you make it to the couch, Sukuna down to his hat and jeans, while you’re totally naked. 

You wish you could take a picture of the sight. Sukuna’s already laid down on the couch, propped up against one of the arms, one leg splayed along the length and the other foot resting on the floor. His cowboy hat is still on, tipped back so he can see you with his championship buckle unlatched and barely doing anything to keep his jeans from sliding down his hips, V lines on full display. 

He looks like a damn model, eying you hungrily with a cocky smirk twitching at his lips. His chest and abs, shredded from all the training, now rise and fall from his heavy breaths.

“Take’em off,” you tap his thigh, helping him slide his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his heavy cock from its confines.

Staring down, the heat in your core ignites, squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to find some friction. The man eyes you up and down, letting his gaze linger on your tits, licking his lower lip before digging a canine into it.

“Y’gonna just stare or come take it?” he teases, cocking his head.

“Sorry, you’re just…so distracting.”

And incredibly hot knowing he just dismantled the competition after so much time away. 

You shake your head at the stupid words that tumbled out your mouth, but right now, you can’t be bothered to care. 

Moving to straddle him, Sukuna’s cock twitches where it lays on his abs, a spurt of precum coating his skin and soaking his happy trail. 

“Excited?” you tease, coming to straddle his thigh, leaning against the couch. You spit in your hand, reaching down to grip his shaft, letting the sticky evidence of his arousal help you glide up to his tip. 

“Shut up,” Sukuna hisses, involuntarily jerking his cock into your hand. His pupils continue to grow, taking over the reds of his eyes as they dart between you lazily jerking him off and your face. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” you coo, speeding up your movements until a wet, squelching sound appears each time your hand squeezes his reddening tip. 

A low groan from Sukuna has you starting to squirm, grinding yourself against his muscular thigh. 

“Shit,” you mutter, feeling your clit catch on a ridge of his quad. The way your slick is pooling all over his skin has your bud sliding easily over the thick muscles. 

The pressure is delicious, the fire in your core rapidly growing. The hotter you get, the more your pussy leaks, just exacerbating the situation. 

Then Sukuna flexes his thigh, and the additional friction has you shuddering, gasping at the bolt of pleasure shooting down your legs. 

“Kuna fuck!” you cry out, momentarily forgetting about his cock throbbing in your hand in favor of riding his thigh now. 

Sukuna doesn’t seem bothered, much more interested in your own pleasure. His hand reaches out to twist your nipple, sneering at the way you’re now shamelessly humping him. The more attention he gives to your tits, the faster you move, his whole thigh now dripping as your arousal starts to coat the couch too. 

He flexes again, pulling another shameless moan from your throat. That simple move puts you on the trajectory towards the point of no return. 

“Keep doin’ that,” you pant just before high pitched whines start to pour out of you. The pool of desire grows and grows like hot water threatening to boil over. 

“You like that huh?” Sukuna’s deep voice rasps in that gritty tone reserved for times like this. “Fuckin’ usin’ me like that?”

You can’t verbalize a response, hoping that biting your lip and nodding your head is enough.

“Keep goin’ baby, wanna see you cum all over me,” he groans, planting one hand on your hip, anchoring you to him to force even more friction and when the other goes for your nipple again, everything goes white.

The tension in your core snaps as hot pleasure erupts throughout your body, giving you such an intense orgasm that you collapse forward like you no longer have a bone in your body. 

“Whoa there baby,” Sukuna catches you before you faceplant on him. His natural musk smells stronger, now realizing he’s lowered you to his chest.

“You need a shower,” you mutter, letting the aftershocks pulse through your body, jerking against the beast of a man beneath you. 

“Nah, that’s how you know you’re fuckin’ a man,” he shifts you around until you feel him prodding at your entrance with finger.

“No!” you sit up, grabbing his wrist and forcing it above his head. 

“No what?” he smirks, not fighting you because lord knows he could’ve overpowered you. 

“Wanna feel you,” you whisper, leaning close to his face, letting your hand support your body by using his wrist as leverage. You push his other arm up over his head, securing them with one hand before reaching between your bodies, hand brushing against his course pubes as you find his throbbing erection.

“Yeah?” he whispers back, kissing your neck while “letting” you restrain him. 

You know this is going to hurt. Sure you’re wet enough, but when he doesn’t finger you, the stretch is insane. You always thought bodies get used to being with thick cocks if you’re with one for a long time, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. While you get used to the feeling of being split open, the burn never really goes away. 

“Ah, shit,” you wince when his thick cockhead breaches your entrance. 

“Fuuuuuuck,” Sukuna sighs, eyes rolling up to stare at the ceiling as he slowly sinks into you. A faint blush dusts his cheeks, offsetting the black ink lining his jaw. 

It takes a few moments of you working yourself up and down his thick length, but finally you both sigh loudly when your ass makes contact with his thighs. 

“Fuckin’ Christ, I love you,” Sukuna groans, grinding his tip against your cervix while you adjust to the incredibly full feeling of your walls wrapping snugly around him. 

That gives you some motivation to start riding him, remembering you’re in a time crunch. 

“We gotta go baby,” he grips your hips, helping support you while you control the pace, the intense friction becoming something more comfortable and pleasurable once you start to mold to his cock.

“I’m tryin’!” you squeal when you find your sweet spot, angling yourself to ride him faster. “You’re too big!”

“Ha-ah, I tried to help ya. Miss independent over here…” he sucks in a breath when you lean back, taking him deeper and giving him a great show, eyes glued to where you are connected. 

“God, you’re fuckin’ perfect,” he mutters, spurring you on. Your thighs are starting to ache so you lean forward, planting your hands on his slicked up chest, nails digging into his skin. 

“Sorry, I’m getting tired,” you admit. 

“Tch, poor thing,” Sukuna chuckles, giving your ass a firm smack. 

He takes the hint, tugging you off his lap, cock slapping back against his abs with a wet plop. He repositions himself so both feet are on the ground and he’s sitting upright, turning you around so your back is flush with his chest. 

He hooks his beefy arm under your knees in a full nelson, lifting you up just enough to guide his cock back inside. 

“Lean back, not trying to have anyone else get concussed in this family,” he plants a kiss on your cheek.

Your head lolls back against his upper chest and thank god you do because he begins pounding into you relentlessly. 

“Fuck Kuna!” you cry out, the combination of him immediately drilling your sweet spot and his wet balls slapping against your clit has you hurtling into another realm of pleasure transcending what you experienced earlier. 

“Yeah? Like that?” he utters through grunts and pants in your ear. His vocalizations drive you crazy, loving how he’s never quiet when it comes to you, especially because you can’t see him right now. 

But fuck, you can feel him. Everywhere. His bruising grip on your thighs, hard, sticky chest pressing against your back, heavy breathing in your ear accompanied by the occasional kiss on your neck that ultimately turns into a bite. 

“Ye-yeah, feels good,” you force out, hips starting to move on their own accord as you attempt to meet his thrusts. His fingers come to clamp down on your clit, making you gasp in his arms.

A bolt of heat shoots down your legs, making your whole body jerk as you try to process the additional stimulation. Everything in you is winding up like a coil threatening to snap, body clenching up as you brace yourself-

Until his thrusts come to a halt, the sparks you thought would fly fade into a tingle through your core. Whining with disappointment, you wriggle in his arms, desperate for him to keep going. 

“What-why-“

“Shh, trust me,” he coos. 

He starts to move again, now thrusting slow and deep while dragging lazy circles around your clit to match the pace. Your eyes flutter shut, head falling helplessly against his upper chest. Each languid plunge of his cock into your soaked pussy winds the coil of pleasure once again. This time it’s measured.

Controlled. 

Letting you savor the build up while his fingers bring you closer and closer to the edge. 

You feel like you’re on the edge of a cliff, teetering on the precipice, held on by a single thread that’s going to snap under the tension. 

You can’t take it. 

“Kuna, I-mmph! Su-“

“I know, can feel ya gettin’ close,” he whispers, making you tighten around him even more. The man lets out a guttural groan when you start trembling, the coil seconds from snapping.

One more deep thrust. 

Another.

And then you see white for the second time, body flooded with pleasure as the looming orgasm finally comes. You can barely even utter a sound, like your vocal cords are locked up to divert energy to the rest of your body attempting to contain the heat threatening to burst through your skin. 

Sukuna begins to thrust frantically, slamming you down onto his length, chasing his own release.

“Oh fuck, shit, fuck fuck!” 

He presses his cock into you impossibly deep, filling you with his thick load. Hugging you tight against him, he moans through each pulse, cock twitching through each spurt. 

Your legs feel like jello once he finally releases them, knees splaying out into the couch.

Sukuna’s phone starts buzzing from the pocket of his jeans which are still technically on, but shoved down just enough to be out of the way.

“You’re gonna be late!” your voice perks up, but your body is too tired to do anything about it.

He digs into his back pocket, holding up the phone in front of you both, scrolling through multiple messages essentially saying “where are you?”

“They answer to me, I’ll be there when I’m there,” he tosses the phone to his side, opting to adjust you both so he was laying down on the couch with you balancing the same way on his chest. Your eyes flutter shut, now heavy as your body starts to relax.

His arms wrap around your back, holding you close while pressing light kisses into the top of your head. The buttons of his jeans are hard where they rub up against your waist, but given how tired you feel all of a sudden, you quickly forget about it. 

Another round of buzzing his phone now indicates someone is calling him. 

“Won’t you get in trouble?” you murmur, vaguely remembering something about media commitments being part of his contracts. 

“Tch, I’ll pay the fuckin’ fine,” he snorts.

Your chest feels heavy with the smug weight that settles in. The man would rather pay a fine than stop cuddling you. 

His money his choice.

Sukuna snatches your hand in his, pulling you out of the backseat and onto the sidewalk with him. 

“Ready?” he asks, smoothing out his dress shirt while you do the same to your evening wear outfit. 

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you sigh, earning a small smirk from the man in response.

Tonight is the first time you are publicly accompanying him to an event. As the winner of the bull riding competition earlier today, it was even more imperative that he attend.

Looking toward the building that is now your destination, you see a hoard of people bunched around the front doors. Sukuna’s PR team had warned you both that the paparazzi knew this was the first time he’d be attending something like this with his new girlfriend on his arm.

From where you stand, it’s unclear whether these are just attendees shooting the shit before continuing on inside or people lurking to try to get a glimpse at the famous cowboy’s relationship.

“Woman!”

“Huh?? Why are you raising your voice at me?”

He chuckles, hooking his arm in yours.

“I said your name like four times but you were off in fuckin’ space,” he answers, cocking his head to peer down at you.

“Sorry, was just thinking…”

“Better off not doin’ that right now,” he laughs. “Now com’on.”

You allow him to guide the two of you closer to the commotion. A bourbon company was hosting the post rodeo gathering in a high end lounge on the top of the tall building. Sukuna said these types are the best, way more low key and no forced walking around and mingling in stuffy cocktail attire.

Unfortunately they were requiring the attendees to go through a step and repeat area to get inside, but Sukuna said he’d take care of you.

Shoulders back, stand up straight, and smile. Easy.

Some cameras do flash when you approach, but thankfully they are roped back from actually approaching the two of you. You almost start laughing at how many high pitched squealing voices are calling for Sukuna. It’s ridiculous how desperate they are for an ounce of his attention.

“Damn, you had all these women around the world throwing themselves at you and you chose the one trying to get away from you,” you snicker to him, making him burst out laughing.

“Would’ve been boring, I already think I’m the shit and glaze myself enough, don’t need another person doing it all day,” he flashes you a grin, pulling you into the queue.

Makes sense. In a way you’re the same way with him. Being so different is healthy because it gives you just enough space, independence, and individuality to be your own people so that when you are together, all your focus is on each other and your shared interests.

At the end of the day, you are both two driven, confident people. Clingy partners just wouldn’t fly for either of you.

“Hey now, I do think you’re pretty cool,” you nudge his ribs with your elbow in a playful way.

“I know, you make me work for it though,” he responds.

“Oh, so is the Ryomen Sukuna saying he tries extra hard in hopes of impressing his girlfriend?” you get on your toes to whisper in his ear.

He answers with a shrug and a wink, sending butterflies straight to your stomach. 

“Next!” 

“Our turn, time to look pretty,” Sukuna tugs you along.

Everything feels like a blur. You’re guided to different spots along a backdrop of logos, seemingly for the bourbon company and some others you don’t recognize. Flashes of light temporarily blind you, so you can only hope you are photographing well because there’s definitely no one giving on the spot feedback.

“Sukuna you were practically glowing in the post rodeo press conference, looking happier than we’ve ever seen you! You must be very proud of how you were able to get right back on top after all this time away!” a shrill voice calls out.

Yeah probably because he was getting his dick wet right before he went out there, you internally roll your eyes.

“I never expected anything less from myself,” Sukuna responds cooly, hand slipping around your waist to pull you closer.

“How are you adjusting to becoming rodeo royalty?” another woman calls out to you, surprising you. PR had said you might get called out, but you truly thought Sukuna would be the main focus of everyone this evening.

“Honestly, it’s a lot,” you answer, smiling nervously. The woman responds with a kind laugh but nods, urging you to continue. Sukuna’s thumb rubs circles over your lower back, soothing away some of the nerves.

“But, I’m sure it’ll get easier. I’m with an expert after all, I trust he’ll take care of me,” you chuckle, tilting your head in Sukuna’s direction.

“Yup, and if we do look stupid in front of the camera, at least we can go home and laugh about it together,” Sukuna adds, making everyone laugh, including you.

“Well you both look stunning tonight, and you’re doing great sweetie,” the woman beams before turning to the next group coming behind you.

Once on the other side, you both go off to the side to get your bearings.

“Wow, why were you so happy in the press conference Kuna?” you tease, jabbing him in the ribs.

“I dunno babe, seemed like announcing that I was ‘bustin’ a nut with my girlfriend in a full nelson’ wouldn’t have gone over well, especially with that your first press experience ever,” he blushes, pushing his tongue into his cheek, trying to suppress a smirk.

“Now stop remindin’ me and let’s go, you’re making me get a boner.”

“Sukuna!” you gasp, looking around, noticing a few people scattered about where you are standing. “Watch your mouth!”

“Really don’t think anyone would be shocked to hear I get boners and have sex with you,” he barks, shoving his hands in his pockets.

You just roll your eyes and follow him to the elevator.

The party has a very chill and relaxed vibe, very different from the chaotic scene downstairs. Sukuna immediately gets a bourbon on the rocks while you opt for your drink of choice. You spend time doing a lap around the establishment, Sukuna introducing you to numerous others in the rodeo industry. 

After meeting plenty of competitors, you determine you definitely have the hottest cowboy in the room.

Eventually you both grab a high top table on the periphery, finding it to be a great people watching vantage point.

“Look, buckle bunnies in the wild,” Sukuna points to an area with leather couches near a fireplace.

You look in the direction he gestured, finding three dolled up girls dressed in more revealing clothing. Looking closer, you see another person…

“Is that Gojo?!” you exclaim, recognizing the white hair because who else looks like that.

“Sure is,” Sukuna laughs, taking a long sip of his drink.

“Is that normal for him?”

“Pretty much.”

“Is he missing his partner in crime?” you shoot him a look, a playful lilt in your words.

“Hmph, I’d wingman for him, but rarely partook. I have high standards for where I put my dick, it’s an exclusive privilege,” he cocks a brow, eying you over his glass.

You almost spit your drink out, what an absurd statement.

“God you’re such a pompous ass,” you huff out with a laugh.

“Not sure what you’re laughin’ about, you got immediate access,” he shrugs, giving you a cocky smirk, swirling his drink in his glass before placing it on the table.  

“Wow, grateful, thankful, blessed over here,” you kick his shin under the table, even though deep down he’s by far the best fuck of your life and it’s not even close.

If you let that slip though, his head might explode from his overinflated ego.

It’s late, but you’re finally back at the hotel. You immediately change into your pajamas and head straight to the bathroom to wash your face.

The warm water is soothing, reminding you that a warm bed awaits you on the other side of the door, so the faster you were in here, the sooner you could snuggle up under the covers.

You glance up at your reflection to see if there was anything you missed just to be met with Sukuna leaning against the doorway, arms crossed in a loose t-shirt and his boxers. 

“Can I help you?” you ask, grabbing a dry wash cloth to begin dabbing at the moisture on your skin.

“Nope, just watchin’,” he answers simply, expression and posture remaining unchanged. 

“You like the show?” you giggle, grabbing your moisturizer to finish off your work. Washing your face had to be one of the more boring things he could watch you do.

“I do. It’s special cuz only I get to see, and it means I’m getting closer to one of my favorite parts of the day cuz when you’re done, I'll get to go to bed with you.”

Your chest flutters with butterflies and you swear your vision goes black for just a second, unsure if the universe glitched because you were not expecting him to say something so sweet. 

“Aw, well I’m almost done,” you respond, voice a little shaky, remembering you still had to rub the cream in.

“Very good,” he smiles, eyes blinking heavily before turning around and leaving you to it. 

You’re not far behind, climbing into bed and settling close to his side. Like routine, he pulls you in against his chest, securing you snugly as the little spoon.

“Thanks for coming with me tonight,” his husky voice rumbles against you. 

“Of course, it was actually kinda fun,” you answer. “Felt nice to go out as a couple, show everyone we’re doing this together…doing life together”

A brief pause follows before he answers.

“Yeah. Life together. I love the sound of that.”

A warmth blooms in your chest, radiating down through your extremities. 

“Me too Kuna,” you sigh, burrowing your face further into his arm. 

Together.

Whether it’s like this, holding each other tight, or miles apart, tethered by your hearts until you can meet again-

It’s your together, a shared future you’re building, and for that, you couldn’t be happier.

It's left open-ended, but my headcannon is that they get married in a cute little country wedding, have some girls, maybe a boy (Sukuna girl dad coded always), and raise their little family on Sukuna's ranch land. Reader and the kids go watch Sukuna compete regularly, but he's cut down greatly on brand deals and sponsorships in favor of much more family time!

This is my fourth(?) story I've finished and I think this Sukuna is easily up there in my favorites! Thank you everyone who read this story, liked/commented, etc! Your support has meant the world.

Sukuna catches your eyes over the lip of his mask, warm brown that look almost carmine now in the light, starkly reflecting the hues of your blood as it beams off the clinical sheets. He’s more alive than you’d ever seen him, gaze sharpened with an animal sort of interest. He’s smeared with it, up to his elbows in your soft inwards, skin still split and spread open by clamps - all stark blue nitrile smeared red and sticky.

It hits you all at once through the drug induced haze, the dull horror of it. You want to look away, want to squeeze your eyes closed, but you instead find yourself utterly absorbed by the sight of him rummaging through your insides like he was searching for something.

The anaesthesia is doing a good enough job that even when he slips a gloved hand loose and draws a thumb over some exposed stretch of meat, you don’t really feel it. There’s no pain, no discomfort - just a wet sort of warmth where his skin is touching you through the barrier of latex. The foreign sensation of someone touching where you’d never been touched before. It’s invasive, intimate, and the thought makes your head spin. Sends a sizzle of goosebumps careening up your flesh, barely shielded by the remnants of your medical gown.