Sukuna's Roommate (Sukuna x Reader)

Chapter Four

Groggily moving about the kitchen that brutally bright morning, I was too tired to even check my surroundings as skittishly as I had last night. Sleep-deprived and hungry, my brain soaked up the smell of eggs and bacon (food I'd bought special this very morning because I still wasn't brave enough to open Sukuna's damn fridge.) A distant part of my mind played Sukuna's words on repeat in the background like a forgotten radio.

We hadn't parted immediately after his midnight snack. In fact, my roommate had gone on to say something unprecedented.

'I'll half your share of the rent," he'd muttered.

The offer was so strange and out of nowhere, it took a moment for me to comprehend him, let alone try formulating a response. It was music to my ears. Too good to be true. Sukuna cut in before I could so much as open my mouth, lounging with a signature air of arrogance.

"If..."

"If what?" I croaked, wetting my lips. I suddenly became uncomfortably aware of how desperate I'd sounded and straightened my back. "I'm not about to jump through hoops to make you happy if that's what you're after."

"You're fortunate this isn't 1,000 years ago or I'd have you do just that- limbless, on hot coals." Sukuna examined his claws like a contented cat admiring his latest kill. "I'm just offering a little incentive. I half the rent- if you're a good pet."

"I'm not really...into pet play."

He made a noise in between a chuckle and outright laugh- surprising me. It sounded spirited, almost manic.

"Duly noted, but no. I'll let you figure out how to be a good pet to me. More fun that way."

"Fun for you, sure."

He gave me a patronizing smile, and I could almost feel the condescending pat on my head within his smug words. "Only my pleasure and displeasure matter here. You'd do well to remember that," he said matter-of-factly.

The harsh sizzle of eggs burning on the pan brought be back to the present. Quickly diving for the stove, I grumbled to myself, waving smoke aside. Sukuna was right though. He held all the cards. My pride wouldn't allow me to debase myself but pride didn't pay the bills.

'How exactly would I be a 'good pet' to him?' I winced. Did he want something sexual or was he metaphorically fucking with me rather than wanting to physically?

My mind helpfully conjured up the image of his stomach mouth while I sat down to eat my charred breakfast. While munching on crunchy eggs, I pictured those large teeth and that long sinuous tongue swiping out to lick his lips indulgantly.

Sukuna strode into the kitchen just as I was imagining that tongue buried between my-

"Good morning!" I blurted.

He and I stared at one another, equally taken aback. Sukuna recovered quickly though, grinning at me toothily. He wore clothes for once. A loose jacket barely hanging onto his broad shoulders- lower arms poking out of his stretched tank top. His black pants were comfortably snug. Very...form fitting.

"Not a bad greeting. I could get used to that level of enthusiasm, even if it could use a little more bowing and simpering. Did you miss my face that much?" Sukuna chuckled to himself, opening the fridge. One of his smaller eyes slanted to my plate.

"Guess I'll stick with Urame's cooking," he sighed.

Heat rushed to my face. "I'm not here to be your live-in maid."