Sukuna's Roommate (Sukuna x Reader)

Chapter Five

"Look at you. You're doing such a good job of keeping up with me."

I tried to catch my breath, sucking in quick gulps of air. "Don't- patronise."

"Heh, I'm just stating the truth. Don't get tired now. I have big plans for you."

It was difficult to describe the sheer overwhelming magnitude of his presence and body pressing up against me. He dwarfed me in every way imaginable, aura thick and cloying, arms caging and kneading my eager flesh. Hot dewy wetness had started to glide over the contours of my body- which I realised with alarm to be multiple mouths emerging from his form. They dotted his arms, chest and hands, wherever he wished, tasting, mouthing or biting. Warm puffs of breath continually fanned exposed, reddening skin.

Within that mass of pleasurable darkness twisting, writhing beneath the sheets, I felt like I'd lose my mind soon. That was before I heard the wet smack of lips parting and something spongy, large and wet licking my clit.

"Ah!"

A mouth had opened on my lover's stomach, spreading wider than the others. It grinned, sharp canines glinting in the moonlight before Sukuna lunged closer and that salivating mouth encompassed my entire sex.

BZZT BZZT BZZT BZZT!!!!

Bolting upright in bed, my eyes shot open. Reflexively slamming a hand onto the blaring alarm on my bedside table- I panted quickly. The air in the bedroom felt stuffy, my dumb cheeks blazing hot and heart hammering. Wetting my lips and finding drool attractively clinging to my chin, I shifted experimentally and winced. Great. My inner thighs were soaked with telltale wetness.

Dropping face-first into the duvet, I smothered a groan. What the actual hell was wrong with me? I couldn't have a nice sex dream about the guy who held open the door for me at the convenience store- no- it had to be my murderous roommate who just yesterday had threatened to guillotine off my arm.

Simultaneously frustrated and horrified, (and horny) I dragged my depraved ass out of bed and grabbed a towel, opening my door skittishly. Luckily Sukuna hadn't returned last night from what I could tell. The door to his bedroom remained open down the long hallway just as he'd left it- not that I'd ever approach it.

Padding to the bathroom, I had the wariness to lock the door before stripping. A nice heavenly soak in the shower proved to be the right medicine, as I felt the tenseness of my muscles abating. As I washed my body, my fingers grazed my lower abdomen- which tightened reflexively. I felt myself clench around nothing, still seeking fulfilment. It occurred to me for all of five seconds to take care of it- before I grabbed my sponge and scrubbed myself hard all over. Nope. If I touched myself now I'd just picture Sukuna again, and I was not going down that strange and toxic path.

Finally shutting off the spray and climbing unsteadily out of the shower, I towelled my hair- before pausing. Crap. I'd left my fresh change of clothes in my bedroom. I could change back into my used jammies but frankly, the idea of putting on that sweat-slick material was gross.

Time to just run for it. If my luck held out, Sukuna still wouldn't be back yet.

Wrapping the white fluffy towel around my body just in case, I took a breath and dashed out of the bathroom.

My luck did not hold out.

The tall man from my vivid fantas- nightmare, lounged against the opposite wall, cutting off my direct path to my room. He paused mid-suck, enjoying a cup of boba tea. His arms were once again on display, one of them using what looked suspiciously close to a femur bone as a back scratcher. All four of his eyes swept over me with relish.