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sukuna is ordering takeout for both of you tonight; neither of you feels like cooking. 

“ooou, that sounds good,” you exclaim, reading sukuna’s order. 

sukuna sighs, “should i order some for you, too?” he already knows where this is going…you’re going to ask for a taste, ask for more, and then eventually ask to switch dishes. as much as he loves you, he really wants to eat the food of his choice today. 

“no, that’s okay. i only want what i ordered.” you genuinely want to eat what you picked, you don’t think you’ll end up eating sukuna’s food. 

sukuna refrains from rolling his eyes, “are you sure? I’m not sharing.” he’s really not playing about his food today—especially when whatever you're ordering sounds unpleasant to him. 

“yes, kuna, i’m sure. i promise i won’t steal your food.” you hold out your pinky to him, which is your way of showing you're serious. 

kuna shoves your pinky away gently, “don’t make promises you can’t keep, woman.” 

you gasp exasperatedly, “kuna!” and playfully hit him. “and when i don’t end up eating your food, i hope you feel really guilty for hurting my pinky’s feelings.” 

sukuna huffs, “yea, yea, whatever. your pinky is full of lies.” 

+

sukuna sets the big, brown paper bag on the dining table. he takes out the food containers and places yours in front of you. taking a seat next to you, he wastes no time digging into his delicious meal.

meanwhile, on the other hand, you can’t help but stare. his food looks really good compared to yours. but then you remember his earlier words; you have to prove him wrong. 

you take a couple of bites of your food, “mmm, this is so good,” you exaggerate. maybe if you make it seem like your food is good, sukuna will want to swap—right? that way, you can prove him extremely wrong and call him a hypocrite. 

but sukuna doesn’t say anything. he doesn’t ask for a bite—he doesn’t even care to look at your food, he’s too focused on his. 

you can’t help but salivate at sukuna’s food. if you wait any longer, he’ll be done with his meal, and you won’t be able to try it, at all. 

so, you shyly speak up, “baby…can i have just one bite? only one, small one.” 

sukuna rolls his eyes, “no.” he defensively scoots his plate away from your reach, his arms around it. “eat what’s in front of you. ‘mmm, it’s so good,’ right?” he says in a mocking tone, mimicking your voice. 

you groan, “c’monnn suki please.” you really want a taste of what he’s eating. “i’m only asking for a small bite,” you plead. 

sukuna sighs, letting out a deep exhale through his nose. “fine, brat.” you may be a bratty, annoying girl to him, but you’re also his woman. how could he say no to his love? 

his surrender makes you smile ear to ear, “yay! thank you, thank you, thank you!” you rub your hands together as sukuna slides his plate in front of you.

you take a bite—maybe not the smallest bite—and your face lights up instantly. his food tastes too good. “mmmmmm!!!!” you moan. “this is actually so good…” 

you bite your lips—maybe you should’ve listened to sukuna and gotten the same thing as him. he does have exceptional taste in food, after all. 

sukuna scoffs, “told you your pinky’s full of lies.” even though he’s beyond annoyed with you, he can’t help but admire how cute and happy you look with his food. 

love is a disease, and sukuna hates how he’s infected by it. he ends up taking your plate and muttering, “go ahead, eat up,” as he eats your meal instead, because he loves you, of course. you’re the only person on earth who sukuna can give into so easily. 

you pout your lips at sukuna’s thoughtfulness. “i’m sorry, kuna…i know you didn’t want to share.” 

“you’re lucky i love you,” he murmurs. 

your face softens at his words, causing you to smile. you lean to sukuna’s side and plant a kiss on his cheek, “thank you, baby.” 

and even though sukuna’s taste buds aren’t happy with him, his heart is, knowing that you’re now happy. but he’d never admit that out loud. 

“liar,” he mumbles. 

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Higuruma had a bad day.

It started with waking up late, spilling his coffee all over the counter, and ended with tripping while walking up the stairs to the apartment.

His sigh is heavy when he finally passes the threshold of the door.

You are not home. You are not home, and you were possibly the only person he wanted to see.

He suddenly remembers the conversation you two had this morning.

“I won’t be home till late, don’t wait up.”

Another heavy sigh leaves his mouth.

His briefcase falls to the floor, and his coat follows. He doesn’t care enough to put them in their assigned places.

When he collapses on the couch, the relief he feels is close to heavenly, but it isn’t enough to clear his sour mood.

He knows what he needs; it’s been in the back of his mind since some client at his internship flirted with him, but it’s quickly heading for the front.

His hand reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone.

It’s muscle memory: the way he types in his passcode, opens the app with the blue icon, and switches from his professional account to the one he made with a burner email, the username a key slam.

His pupils dilate as the first few posts come into view.

There was a shit ton of explicit stuff immediately, stuff that usually got the job done for him. A video of a guy holding up a camera to his girlfriend’s face while he fucks her from behind. But he isn’t in the mood for that.

He’s in the mood for a specific genre of pictures. Pictures of women with a certain skin tone, color of hair, and body shape. Pictures of women he could imagine are you.

It was outright wrong of him. You were his roommate, not his girlfriend, not even his friend with benefits. But he could never stop himself from indulging.

He unbuttons his slacks with one hand while he scrolls with another, staying for a few seconds on pictures that show potential, liking them, but moving on.

He scrolls past something that makes him backtrack.

A picture of a woman lying down in bed on her side in a pretty set of underwear, not anything fancy or extravagant. Her body is gorgeous, but it’s not what makes him backtrack.

What makes him backtrack is the heart-shaped birthmark on her upper thigh.

He recognizes it.

A while ago, the two of you went out for drinks. It was the day before your birthday, and you were within your rights to overindulge, so you did. It ended with you throwing up all over your clothes and all over the cab on the way home.

Higuruma had to strip you down to your underwear and throw the clothes in the wash himself because you were too drunk to do so.

He had looked because he couldn’t help himself, and he saw it. The birthmark. It burned into his mind.

And he’s seeing it right in front of his face again.  

His hand stalls from where he was plaming himself through his underwear.

He opens the page slowly and begins to scroll, reading every post and connecting all the dots in his head.

The day you two went out for drinks, and he saw the birthmark, the account had tweeted requesting someone to send money for drinks. A few weeks ago, when you got your nails done, the account replied to another saying thank you for nail money.

He moves onto the images page and recognizes your bedroom immediately.

He recognizes your body shape and the length of your hair, too.

You had a secret twitter account, and he found it.

It’s worse than when he pretends the other women in the pictures are you; it’s so much worse. He should close the app and go take a cold shower, but he can’t bring himself to.

His cock hardens as he scrolls through the account, his mind taking care to memorize every picture and every detail you share about your intimate life.

There’s a post about you touching yourself in front of a mirror that sends him over the edge.

He pulls his cock out of his underwear and begins to stroke himself, slowly and deliberately, head lolling to the side as he continues to scroll.

There’s a picture of you in a big t-shirt and lacy underwear that makes him freeze because he realizes the t-shirt is his. One you stole not too long ago on your laundry day when you had nothing else to wear. One you never gave back.

He almost cums then and there, but he stops mid stroke, holding his cock, beginning to try to take slow and even breaths to draw out his pleasure.

He gets in the pattern of it: stroking until he’s almost there and edging himself.

When he finally lets himself go, it’s to a picture of you on the very couch he’s sitting on, stripped down to cotton panties and a bra. It’s intense, more intense than when he’s slept with certain women, and he knows it’s because of you.

His breaths are erratic, and his cum is all over his hands and slacks.

He drops the phone and moves his free arm to cover his eyes, the other still on his cock, stroking himself to overstimulation.

A whimper leaves his mouth as his mind brings up made-up images, more explicit ones than the ones he was staring at moments before.

When he finally stops, he feels a buzz throughout his body and his heartbeat in his legs.

He stuffs himself back in his underwear and sits for a moment, picking the phone back up and scrolling through the account more, all the way until he finds the beginning of it.

The first post is sweet, a polite introduction, which makes a smile graze his face.

He refreshes the page and sees a post made a few minutes prior.

On my break, anyone wanna send me money for a snack? (;

He goes through the motions of anonymously wiring you 50 bucks through the linked website without even hesitating or really thinking about it at all.

After, He turns off his phone and wonders how he’ll face you when you come home knowing what he knows and did.

a/n: it falls flat towards the end but WHATEVER!! here!! have it!!!!!!!

after a very rude and sudden awakening, you can’t fall back asleep. you grab your phone from the nightstand to check the time. 

3:07 am. great.

you groan. you’re in the seventh week of your pregnancy, and you’ve been experiencing a lot of these rude awakenings. this insomnia is absolutely frustrating for you; you value your sleep—all you want to do is sleep, but your body—more like your baby—won’t allow it. 

shutting off your phone, you rub your groggy eyes, you stir in bed—your lower back is aching. maybe it was the position you were sleeping in that’s causing the soreness, or the growing human inside of you. 

it’s definitely a combination of both.

tossing your body over to the other side, you’re greeted by the face of your handsome husband—choso. he’s sleeping peacefully; his long hair spilling all over the pillow, dark lids resting, and his chest is heaving up and down. 

a tiny smile appears on your face as you admire his serene state, followed by a tinge of annoyance—why does he get to relax while your own body deprives you of sleep?

abruptly, a grumble roars from your stomach. oh great, insomnia, lower back pain and cravings. 

you feel famished, in need of food in your system, effective immediately. trying to think of all of the possible things you could quickly whip up with ingredients in the kitchen, you realize the answer is: nothing. 

the answer is nothing because you don’t have any of the items to cater to your cravings: spicy ramen, pickles, ice cream, and chocolate. 

maybe you should just wait until morning for breakfast, but your baby demands the food now—your mom senses are tingling. 

where would you get the food at this hour? answer: the 24/7 convenience store from nearby.

and how would you get to the actual store to buy the food? answer: choso, obviously. you can’t go out by yourself, not in your state, and especially not at this hour, that would just be unsafe.

as much as you want your husband to get all the sleep he can in these nine months before the baby is born, the hollow feeling in your stomach wins. you gently shake choso, “baby?”

he mumbles a sluggish and deep “mmm?” 

you shake him again, with a little more force this time. “honey, wake up,” you whisper.

you watch as choso slowly wakes, dragged from sleep. “what time is it?” he murmurs, his voice rough and scratchy with sleep. 

“three in the morning…” you admit, starting to feel a little guilty. 

“three in the morning?!” choso fights his heavy eyelids, “why’d you wake me up so early, baby?” 

your pointer finger circles the sheets, feeling a bit guilty about your reasoning. “i’m kinda…hungry.” 

“hungry?” choso processes your words slowly, as he’s still regaining consciousness. and then, suddenly, something in him snaps, “did you seriously wake me up to get you food? at three in the morning?!” he looks at you with wide eyes—he definitely seems more awake now.

“it’s not just me, the baby’s hungry too! very hungry,” you exclaim, defending your actions. 

“the baby is the size of a blueberry, it doesn’t even know what it wants!” he argues. he stares at you for a second and then shifts his body to lie on his back. he brings his hands up to his face to rub his eyes. you continue to watch him in silence. uh-oh, someone looks annoyed with you.

he shifts back to his side to face you and releases a long exhale. “anything for my princess,” he says, giving you a soft smile and caressing the side of your face with one hand. 

giddily, you smile back, “thank you so so so much! i love you so so so much!” 

“yeah, yeah, i know,” choso snickers. he extends both his arms to wrap around you, pulling you in closer. he showers your face with kisses, “you are such a handful,” he chuckles softly, “but you’re also really cute and carrying our child, so it’s okay. ” 

you kiss him on the tip of his nose. “thanks for being the best husband and soon-to-be-dad ever.”

+

coming back from the convenience store, choso can’t stop making a fuss about what you’re eating. “you’re actually gross,” he exasperates. he can’t even bring himself to look at the maddening concoction you’ve made. 

soupy spicy ramen with vanilla ice cream melting into the broth and pickles dipped in chocolate on the side. absolutely horrifying. 

“don’t say that! it’s what our baby wanted to eat—don’t be mean,” you wail.

choso chuckles, “okay, okay, sorry! i’m sure our blueberry-sized baby is very happy with whatever the hell you’re eating.” 

you roll your eyes, “you just don’t get it. this is actually really good—wanna try?” 

choso vigorously shakes his head, “i don’t wanna steal from our hungry blueberry. you eat up, i’m okay watching you, my love.” the last thing on earth choso would do is eat your odd combination of foods. 

but he can’t judge your cravings too much. after all, they come from the tiny blueberry growing inside you.

if this looks familiar it’s because i revamped the original version i posted (which is now deleted), not because i stole it. i would never ever, everrrr steal.

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2.5k wc : detailed smut : sukuna x reader

your laughter and shoko’s bounce off the walls. it’s one in the morning, and the two of you had the brilliant idea to prank call people—it’s the only right thing to do at a sleepover. “omg omg omg, who should we prank next?”

“hmm, let me see…” you scroll through your saved contacts on your phone. shoko sits next to you, watching over your screen as well. It’s safe to say that both of your contacts are pretty dry, and there aren’t many people acquainted with either of you who are worth pranking. 

“wait!” shoko exclaims; her eyes catch a contact that stands out from the rest. 

you stop in your tracks, “what?”

“that,” she clicks on the contact saved under “don’t answer,” “is that sukuna?” 

sukuna is your ex. your very beloved ex. you guys have a toxic thing going on; some days you guys act all mushy and swoon in love, the next it’s like there’s hell on earth. this confusing dynamic between the two of you caused you to break up with him, which might’ve been the hardest thing you’ve done. 

cutting off sukuna out of your life was honestly more of an effort influenced by everyone around you than something you wanted to do willingly on your own. you only went through with it because, in that moment, you were fed up with him and did it out of pettiness. and also because you know deep down the people around you are right—relationships aren’t meant to stress you out. 

but there’s something about sukuna that you just can’t get over. you’ve never met anyone quite like him, and now you have his number saved under “don’t answer” because you can’t resist him. 

you nod your head, “yeah…should we prank call him?” 

shoko groans, “y/n…i thought you’d blocked him.” 

you sheepishly smile, “and then i…unblocked him…” you know it’s wrong, but you can’t help yourself. 

“seriously?” shoko scoffs, “what is it about him that you like so much…?” shoko cannot even fathom why someone as smart, accomplished, and beautiful as you would stoop so low to give someone like sukuna a chance. sure, he’s conventionally very attractive, but to shoko, he’s an ugly, twisted being with a dark, eerie soul. 

you sigh, trying to find the right words to describe how you feel about him, “he’s just so…addicting. i dunno—like, yeah, when it’s bad it’s bad. but when it’s good, it’s so good, you know?” 

shoko stares at you for a moment, studying how your face shifts as you talk about sukuna. “you love him, it’s written all over your face, and it’s gross. seriously, y/n, you can do so much better.” 

you grab a pillow and playfully throw it at her face, “yeah, yeah, we can all do better,” you remark, not wanting to hear about how you deserve better and whatnot. 

“hey!” Shoko squeals as she attempts to stop the pillow from making contact with her face. “we’re not prank calling him, though. don’t give him your time of day…or night.”

+

it’s the next day, and shoko left a couple of hours ago, leaving you alone in your room—the time nearing midnight. which might not be the best thing for you since your mind can’t stop thinking about sukuna. 

maybe it has something to do with the fact that nearly twenty-four hours ago, you were about to get hold of him, but couldn’t thanks to shoko’s disapproval. 

you’ve been fighting the urge to text him ever since. and not to mention, all this boredom has caused your libido to spike—a girl is hor-knee! thinking about sukuna definitely isn’t helping your cause either. 

gosh—the way he fucked you was so intoxicating…you ache to be fucked like that again.

not just by anyone. by him, specifically. you couldn’t stand the thought of getting intimate with anyone other than him.

and so, not giving it any further thought, you decide to text him. shoko can be as mad as she wants for all you care—you’re a big girl, an adult. you can make your own decisions.

your fingers scramble, typing out a message to send to sukuna. you feel all shaky, breaking out into a cool sweat as you read the text over and over again. it’s a simple text—super vague. but it carries a heavy consequence.  

you close your eyes, and let out a prolonged exhale. three…two…one…send!

you u up?

you stare at the message. fuck. you really shouldn’t be doing this. 

don't answer sup baby

your shoulders ease. he responded—a little too fast and casually. you roll your eyes at his response with a snicker. "baby," as if you guys were still dating. which…really, what even are you two? because exes don’t keep each other close, do they? 

you wanna come over?

you bite your nails, the anticipation of his next reply gnawing at you. 

don't answer omw 

a giddy smile spreads across your face. he’s coming over, yes, yes, yes! you don’t know what you were expecting, or why you felt so anxious to text him in the first place. of course, sukuna is on his way. 

+ 

in about twenty minutes, give or take, your phone dings. you don’t even have to look at the notification to know it’s sukuna. you immediately unlock it to his message: 

don't answer here

you hurry to the door and unlock it. there he stood, with a smug look on his face. your six-foot something, pink-haired, tattooed, ripped man. he might not be your boyfriend anymore, but he’s still yours. “hey, pretty,” he speaks up.

you scoff at the compliment; he’s trying to butter you up. “no need to be all sweet,” you respond. 

sukuna walks inside, shutting and locking the door behind him. he wastes no time getting his hands on you, pulling you closer to him. “but i mean it tho.”

your breath catches at the sudden action. oh, how you’ve missed his touch. “yeah, yeah, sure you do.” 

sukuna tilts your head up, his gaze piercing into yours. “so,” he murmurs, dragging his thumb along your waist, “you called me over for what exactly?”

you feel your cheeks get warm and shy away, “i was…feeling lonely, i guess,” you respond, feeling too embarrassed to give him the actual reason. 

but that’s not what sukuna wanted to hear. his hands slowly travel down further, hooking the waistband of your pants. “c’mon doll, you didn’t text me ‘u up?’ for no reason, did you?” he says almost mockingly.

you feel really hot. “i…” you muster up the courage to say, “...want you to fuck me.” boom. straightforward, just like he wanted. 

sukuna’s mischievous smile grows wider at your boldness, “such a fucking slut,” he mutters under his breath.

before you can fire back, sukuna’s lips crash into yours, rough and desperate like he’s been waiting for this exact moment. his hands grip your waist, fingers digging in just enough to make you hitch. you gasp softly into the kiss, fingers instinctively grabbing the front of his shirt. 

you forgot just how intense he is. sukuna doesn’t kiss sweetly, no. he kisses like he’s taking something from you—taking control over you. 

he backs you further into the wall, his body pressing flush against yours, tall frame towering over you. the heat radiating off of him makes your head spin.

when he finally pulls back, it’s only barely—just enough for the two of you to breathe. his eyes slowly scan your face. 

dark. amused. hunger. 

“missed me that much?” he murmurs. 

you scoff, trying to recover a bit of dignity that evaporated the minute you texted—clear by the way your lips are already swollen from the kiss. “don’t get cocky,” you mutter. 

sukuna laughs softly under his breath. “too late for that, baby.” his hands slide from your waist down to your ass, squeezing lightly before dragging them back up again. the casualness of his gesture makes your stomach twist. “you called me over to fuck you,” he reminds you, voice low. 

“yeah, well, you’re the one who got here within twenty minutes,” you retort. 

“because you missed me. don’t know why you even bothered breaking up with me.” 

your face heats up. you hate how he’s right. your fingers tighten his shirt. “you talk too much,” you remark. 

“oh yeah?” sukuna mutters. “funny. you used to like that about me. or do you still?” 

before you can say anything back, he grabs your chin and pulls you into another kiss—even harder this time. your back hits the wall again as he crowds you there, enveloping you. 

and you melt into him instantly. 

your hands slide up into his hair, gripping tenderly, causing sukuna to let out a low sound against your lips. 

sukuna wraps his beefy arms around you to lift you, your legs wrapping around his abdomen instantly. one of his arms stays wrapped around while the other grips your ass as he holds you up for support. 

quickly making his way into your bedroom, he practically throws you in the bed, your body bouncing from the aggressive contact. 

sukuna keeps his eyes locked on you as he takes off his shirt. fuck—you look so sexy like this—so tempting. 

he immediately crawls over to you as soon as his shirt hits the floor. his larger frame towers over your smaller, more delicate one. 

he undresses you in record timing, hungry for the warmth of your bare skin. he leaves a trail of kisses from the neck down, making a stop at your breasts. 

he twirls his tongue around one nipple while his hand toys with the other. 

a stifled moan escapes from you. the sensation you feel from your nipples being touched alone is enough to send your mind into a haze. 

sukuna pulls away his mouth to look down at you, “c’mon princess, lemme hear you.” all he wants to do is savor the sounds of your sweet, melodic moans. he’s gone too long without hearing you—he can’t have you holding back now. 

and so you do. you relax yourself, allow yourself to loosen up. fuck it—you’re already here in bed with him. might as well go all out. 

sukuna glides his thumb over your cunt. “fuck, baby—so fuckin’ wet f’me…” he groans. his dick twitches as he gathers your slick from your drenched pussy. 

he inserts one finger, causing you to whimper. then two, “mngh,” you moan. finally three. three of his thick fingers, stretching you wider. “kuna… ‘s too much…” you cry. but you love the way it hurts. 

“you’re doing so good, baby,” he coos. he slowly thrusts the three fingers inside your gushing hole, curling them, hitting all the right spots. “such a good girl f’me.” 

and once he feels like he’s prepped you enough, he pulls out all three fingers, the absence making you wince. 

sukuna pulls down his pants, his cock springing free. he’s so hard, it hurts. he beats his dick to the thought of you daily—but having you in front of him like this—a complete mess for him, has him going feral for you. 

he lines his dick up with your slimy pussy, sliding it up and down, his tip hitting your puffy clit repeatedly. “you’re such slut,” he groans. 

“fuck you,” you bite back mindlessly and out of breath. you don’t care for the insults sukuna is throwing at you—not when he’s making you feel like this. 

sukuna snickers scornfully. he then starts sliding himself in, slowly—too slowly. as if he were teasing. 

“you break up with,” he inches deeper, “block me,” and deeper, “and then ask me to fuck you,” his entire length is now inside you, swallowed whole by your pussy. “slut,” he remarks again, breathlessly. 

you gasp as you feel his tip kiss your cervix, and your walls throb around him. fuck fuck fuck–he feels so good. 

sukuna’s hips start bucking on their own, thrusting inside your throbbing pussy, “that’s okay, though—hah,” he rasps. 

your needy pussy feels so good around sukuna’s rock-hard cock, it’s making him go insane.

“you’ll always be mine,” he says, locking his eyes on you, studying your oh so pretty facial expressions. 

you look so dangerously beautiful, taking his dick, moaning resoundingly from each plunge of sukuna’s dick. 

“oh—fuhhck. ryo…” your vagina gushes, spurting out your arousal around sukuna’s cock. 

sukuna picks up his pace at the sound of his name moaning out of your pretty, swollen lips. he’s missed the way you say the nickname you gave him, "ryo." 

sukuna’s palm is pressed against the mattress, his forearm inches away from your face, while his free hand caresses your face—his thumb tenderly circles your cheek. 

“say you’re mine,” he groans. “say it.” 

“i’m all yours, ryo.” you wail. it’s true; you will forever be his. 

“mmm…i’m gonna,” you feel your orgasm building up, making you moan relentlessly. 

sukuna knows it, too. he can tell by the way your pussy is clenching around him—practically milking him. “you gonna cum, baby?” he thrusts even faster. “cum all over my dick, doll,” he demands. 

your head tilts back, and your mind goes blank. all you see is white. your orgasm sends tingles through your entire body, making you feel warm all over. 

sukuna admires the expression on your face as you orgasm around his cock; he’s the reason you look so pretty, making that whiny face. he looks down and sees the white circle forming at the base of his cock—the sight making his release approach. 

after a few more sloppy thrusts, he pulls out, jerking his release off onto your stomach. thick, hot, ropes of cum shoot out of him, covering your tummy. “fuck—” sukuna mumbles under his breath. both of you are a panting mess. 

sukuna leans down, blanketing his body over yours, peppering your face with kisses. “you did so good, princess,” he whispers as his mouth ghosts over the shell of your ear. 

your hands go up to his face, both of your hands cupping him. you redirect his head so his eyes can meet yours. 

your face softens at the sight of him. “don’t go…okay?” you really shouldn’t let him stay, but you really don’t want him to go. maybe you’re being selfish—maybe you're making all the wrong choices, but you can’t avoid your feelings for him. 

something in sukuna shifts—it’s evident in his eyes. the dark eyes from before are now much, much softer, ardently staring at you. 

“wasn’t planning on it, dumbass,” he mutters.  

maybe this time you guys can actually work things out. maybe this time, you guys will actually work towards communicating with each other properly—no petty fights, no toxic retorts. 

it’s obvious how badly both of you long for each other. love conquers all, right? maybe, just maybe, the love you share will outweigh the toxicity. 

sukuna dips his head lower, resting it in the nook of your shoulder. his arms slither from under you, pulling you into what seems to feel like a hug. “i love you,” he whispers.

“i love you, too,” you whisper back.

a/n : i lowkey should’ve proofread this better—hopefully this isn’t absolute cheeks. however, if you do enjoy this, reblog it and i’ll give you a sloppy kiss

@maiigical. do not discredit, plagiarize, or feed any of my work into ai.

2.5k wc : detailed smut : sukuna x reader

your laughter and shoko’s bounce off the walls. it’s one in the morning, and the two of you had the brilliant idea to prank call people—it’s the only right thing to do at a sleepover. “omg omg omg, who should we prank next?”

“hmm, let me see…” you scroll through your saved contacts on your phone. shoko sits next to you, watching over your screen as well. It’s safe to say that both of your contacts are pretty dry, and there aren’t many people acquainted with either of you who are worth pranking. 

“wait!” shoko exclaims; her eyes catch a contact that stands out from the rest. 

you stop in your tracks, “what?”

“that,” she clicks on the contact saved under “don’t answer,” “is that sukuna?” 

sukuna is your ex. your very beloved ex. you guys have a toxic thing going on; some days you guys act all mushy and swoon in love, the next it’s like there’s hell on earth. this confusing dynamic between the two of you caused you to break up with him, which might’ve been the hardest thing you’ve done. 

cutting off sukuna out of your life was honestly more of an effort influenced by everyone around you than something you wanted to do willingly on your own. you only went through with it because, in that moment, you were fed up with him and did it out of pettiness. and also because you know deep down the people around you are right—relationships aren’t meant to stress you out. 

but there’s something about sukuna that you just can’t get over. you’ve never met anyone quite like him, and now you have his number saved under “don’t answer” because you can’t resist him. 

you nod your head, “yeah…should we prank call him?” 

shoko groans, “y/n…i thought you’d blocked him.” 

you sheepishly smile, “and then i…unblocked him…” you know it’s wrong, but you can’t help yourself. 

“seriously?” shoko scoffs, “what is it about him that you like so much…?” shoko cannot even fathom why someone as smart, accomplished, and beautiful as you would stoop so low to give someone like sukuna a chance. sure, he’s conventionally very attractive, but to shoko, he’s an ugly, twisted being with a dark, eerie soul. 

you sigh, trying to find the right words to describe how you feel about him, “he’s just so…addicting. i dunno—like, yeah, when it’s bad it’s bad. but when it’s good, it’s so good, you know?” 

shoko stares at you for a moment, studying how your face shifts as you talk about sukuna. “you love him, it’s written all over your face, and it’s gross. seriously, y/n, you can do so much better.” 

you grab a pillow and playfully throw it at her face, “yeah, yeah, we can all do better,” you remark, not wanting to hear about how you deserve better and whatnot. 

“hey!” Shoko squeals as she attempts to stop the pillow from making contact with her face. “we’re not prank calling him, though. don’t give him your time of day…or night.”

+

it’s the next day, and shoko left a couple of hours ago, leaving you alone in your room—the time nearing midnight. which might not be the best thing for you since your mind can’t stop thinking about sukuna. 

maybe it has something to do with the fact that nearly twenty-four hours ago, you were about to get hold of him, but couldn’t thanks to shoko’s disapproval. 

you’ve been fighting the urge to text him ever since. and not to mention, all this boredom has caused your libido to spike—a girl is hor-knee! thinking about sukuna definitely isn’t helping your cause either. 

gosh—the way he fucked you was so intoxicating…you ache to be fucked like that again.

not just by anyone. by him, specifically. you couldn’t stand the thought of getting intimate with anyone other than him.

and so, not giving it any further thought, you decide to text him. shoko can be as mad as she wants for all you care—you’re a big girl, an adult. you can make your own decisions.

your fingers scramble, typing out a message to send to sukuna. you feel all shaky, breaking out into a cool sweat as you read the text over and over again. it’s a simple text—super vague. but it carries a heavy consequence.  

you close your eyes, and let out a prolonged exhale. three…two…one…send!

you u up?

you stare at the message. fuck. you really shouldn’t be doing this. 

don't answer sup baby

your shoulders ease. he responded—a little too fast and casually. you roll your eyes at his response with a snicker. "baby," as if you guys were still dating. which…really, what even are you two? because exes don’t keep each other close, do they? 

you wanna come over?

you bite your nails, the anticipation of his next reply gnawing at you. 

don't answer omw 

a giddy smile spreads across your face. he’s coming over, yes, yes, yes! you don’t know what you were expecting, or why you felt so anxious to text him in the first place. of course, sukuna is on his way. 

+ 

in about twenty minutes, give or take, your phone dings. you don’t even have to look at the notification to know it’s sukuna. you immediately unlock it to his message: 

don't answer here

you hurry to the door and unlock it. there he stood, with a smug look on his face. your six-foot something, pink-haired, tattooed, ripped man. he might not be your boyfriend anymore, but he’s still yours. “hey, pretty,” he speaks up.

you scoff at the compliment; he’s trying to butter you up. “no need to be all sweet,” you respond. 

sukuna walks inside, shutting and locking the door behind him. he wastes no time getting his hands on you, pulling you closer to him. “but i mean it tho.”

your breath catches at the sudden action. oh, how you’ve missed his touch. “yeah, yeah, sure you do.” 

sukuna tilts your head up, his gaze piercing into yours. “so,” he murmurs, dragging his thumb along your waist, “you called me over for what exactly?”

you feel your cheeks get warm and shy away, “i was…feeling lonely, i guess,” you respond, feeling too embarrassed to give him the actual reason. 

but that’s not what sukuna wanted to hear. his hands slowly travel down further, hooking the waistband of your pants. “c’mon doll, you didn’t text me ‘u up?’ for no reason, did you?” he says almost mockingly.

you feel really hot. “i…” you muster up the courage to say, “...want you to fuck me.” boom. straightforward, just like he wanted. 

sukuna’s mischievous smile grows wider at your boldness, “such a fucking slut,” he mutters under his breath.

before you can fire back, sukuna’s lips crash into yours, rough and desperate like he’s been waiting for this exact moment. his hands grip your waist, fingers digging in just enough to make you hitch. you gasp softly into the kiss, fingers instinctively grabbing the front of his shirt. 

you forgot just how intense he is. sukuna doesn’t kiss sweetly, no. he kisses like he’s taking something from you—taking control over you. 

he backs you further into the wall, his body pressing flush against yours, tall frame towering over you. the heat radiating off of him makes your head spin.

when he finally pulls back, it’s only barely—just enough for the two of you to breathe. his eyes slowly scan your face. 

dark. amused. hunger. 

“missed me that much?” he murmurs. 

you scoff, trying to recover a bit of dignity that evaporated the minute you texted—clear by the way your lips are already swollen from the kiss. “don’t get cocky,” you mutter. 

sukuna laughs softly under his breath. “too late for that, baby.” his hands slide from your waist down to your ass, squeezing lightly before dragging them back up again. the casualness of his gesture makes your stomach twist. “you called me over to fuck you,” he reminds you, voice low. 

“yeah, well, you’re the one who got here within twenty minutes,” you retort. 

“because you missed me. don’t know why you even bothered breaking up with me.” 

your face heats up. you hate how he’s right. your fingers tighten his shirt. “you talk too much,” you remark. 

“oh yeah?” sukuna mutters. “funny. you used to like that about me. or do you still?” 

before you can say anything back, he grabs your chin and pulls you into another kiss—even harder this time. your back hits the wall again as he crowds you there, enveloping you. 

and you melt into him instantly. 

your hands slide up into his hair, gripping tenderly, causing sukuna to let out a low sound against your lips. 

sukuna wraps his beefy arms around you to lift you, your legs wrapping around his abdomen instantly. one of his arms stays wrapped around while the other grips your ass as he holds you up for support. 

quickly making his way into your bedroom, he practically throws you in the bed, your body bouncing from the aggressive contact. 

sukuna keeps his eyes locked on you as he takes off his shirt. fuck—you look so sexy like this—so tempting. 

he immediately crawls over to you as soon as his shirt hits the floor. his larger frame towers over your smaller, more delicate one. 

he undresses you in record timing, hungry for the warmth of your bare skin. he leaves a trail of kisses from the neck down, making a stop at your breasts. 

he twirls his tongue around one nipple while his hand toys with the other. 

a stifled moan escapes from you. the sensation you feel from your nipples being touched alone is enough to send your mind into a haze. 

sukuna pulls away his mouth to look down at you, “c’mon princess, lemme hear you.” all he wants to do is savor the sounds of your sweet, melodic moans. he’s gone too long without hearing you—he can’t have you holding back now. 

and so you do. you relax yourself, allow yourself to loosen up. fuck it—you’re already here in bed with him. might as well go all out. 

sukuna glides his thumb over your cunt. “fuck, baby—so fuckin’ wet f’me…” he groans. his dick twitches as he gathers your slick from your drenched pussy. 

he inserts one finger, causing you to whimper. then two, “mngh,” you moan. finally three. three of his thick fingers, stretching you wider. “kuna… ‘s too much…” you cry. but you love the way it hurts. 

“you’re doing so good, baby,” he coos. he slowly thrusts the three fingers inside your gushing hole, curling them, hitting all the right spots. “such a good girl f’me.” 

and once he feels like he’s prepped you enough, he pulls out all three fingers, the absence making you wince. 

sukuna pulls down his pants, his cock springing free. he’s so hard, it hurts. he beats his dick to the thought of you daily—but having you in front of him like this—a complete mess for him, has him going feral for you. 

he lines his dick up with your slimy pussy, sliding it up and down, his tip hitting your puffy clit repeatedly. “you’re such slut,” he groans. 

“fuck you,” you bite back mindlessly and out of breath. you don’t care for the insults sukuna is throwing at you—not when he’s making you feel like this. 

sukuna snickers scornfully. he then starts sliding himself in, slowly—too slowly. as if he were teasing. 

“you break up with,” he inches deeper, “block me,” and deeper, “and then ask me to fuck you,” his entire length is now inside you, swallowed whole by your pussy. “slut,” he remarks again, breathlessly. 

you gasp as you feel his tip kiss your cervix, and your walls throb around him. fuck fuck fuck–he feels so good. 

sukuna’s hips start bucking on their own, thrusting inside your throbbing pussy, “that’s okay, though—hah,” he rasps. 

your needy pussy feels so good around sukuna’s rock-hard cock, it’s making him go insane.

“you’ll always be mine,” he says, locking his eyes on you, studying your oh so pretty facial expressions. 

you look so dangerously beautiful, taking his dick, moaning resoundingly from each plunge of sukuna’s dick. 

“oh—fuhhck. ryo…” your vagina gushes, spurting out your arousal around sukuna’s cock. 

sukuna picks up his pace at the sound of his name moaning out of your pretty, swollen lips. he’s missed the way you say the nickname you gave him, "ryo." 

sukuna’s palm is pressed against the mattress, his forearm inches away from your face, while his free hand caresses your face—his thumb tenderly circles your cheek. 

“say you’re mine,” he groans. “say it.” 

“i’m all yours, ryo.” you wail. it’s true; you will forever be his. 

“mmm…i’m gonna,” you feel your orgasm building up, making you moan relentlessly. 

sukuna knows it, too. he can tell by the way your pussy is clenching around him—practically milking him. “you gonna cum, baby?” he thrusts even faster. “cum all over my dick, doll,” he demands. 

your head tilts back, and your mind goes blank. all you see is white. your orgasm sends tingles through your entire body, making you feel warm all over. 

sukuna admires the expression on your face as you orgasm around his cock; he’s the reason you look so pretty, making that whiny face. he looks down and sees the white circle forming at the base of his cock—the sight making his release approach. 

after a few more sloppy thrusts, he pulls out, jerking his release off onto your stomach. thick, hot, ropes of cum shoot out of him, covering your tummy. “fuck—” sukuna mumbles under his breath. both of you are a panting mess. 

sukuna leans down, blanketing his body over yours, peppering your face with kisses. “you did so good, princess,” he whispers as his mouth ghosts over the shell of your ear. 

your hands go up to his face, both of your hands cupping him. you redirect his head so his eyes can meet yours. 

your face softens at the sight of him. “don’t go…okay?” you really shouldn’t let him stay, but you really don’t want him to go. maybe you’re being selfish—maybe you're making all the wrong choices, but you can’t avoid your feelings for him. 

something in sukuna shifts—it’s evident in his eyes. the dark eyes from before are now much, much softer, ardently staring at you. 

“wasn’t planning on it, dumbass,” he mutters.  

maybe this time you guys can actually work things out. maybe this time, you guys will actually work towards communicating with each other properly—no petty fights, no toxic retorts. 

it’s obvious how badly both of you long for each other. love conquers all, right? maybe, just maybe, the love you share will outweigh the toxicity. 

sukuna dips his head lower, resting it in the nook of your shoulder. his arms slither from under you, pulling you into what seems to feel like a hug. “i love you,” he whispers.

“i love you, too,” you whisper back.

a/n : i lowkey should’ve proofread this better—hopefully this isn’t absolute cheeks. however, if you do enjoy this, reblog it and i’ll give you a sloppy kiss

@maiigical. do not discredit, plagiarize, or feed any of my work into ai.

“oh.. o-oh fuckkk toru!” you mewl, your face is shoved into his navy blue bedsheets while your ass is up, back arched intensely.

satoru had gotten a new haircut just in time for valentine’s day. the moment he stepped through the creaking wooden door to your shared home, you practically pounced on him! “yeah? feels soo good huh.. h-heh” he giggles softly, his rough hands gripping onto the plump of your ass. his rotund tip was reaching deep inside your sobbing cunt, pressing directly on your sweet spot causing you to belt out.

“nngh fuckkk p-please toru, harder ah!” you’re reaching your arms back, subliminally begging him to grab you. he latches onto your hands, using them as momentum while he pounds himself into you. “h-harder? mmngh- this isn’t enough for you pretty girl..?” he smiles, the melody of your ass slapping against his hips grows louder.

he releases your arms before pressing his coarse hands into the dimples of your back. he’s angling his hips to hit you deep in that spot you love. “more! m-more fuckkk- just like that..!” you whine, drooling with your lips slightly parted in awe. you can barely keep your eyes open with how good he’s fucking into your sweet cunt.

“c’mon pretty, fuck me y-yeah?” he slaps your ass, motioning for you to bounce yourself back onto him. you twist your body, left hand gripping your ass cheek while turn back slightly to look him in the eyes as you slide your wet pussy onto him. you feel his hefty balls slap onto your puffy clit deliciously while he’s gripping your ankles trying to spread your legs further apart. “g-give it to me toru.. wan’ it please,” you’re pouting, now you’ve really done it.

he pushes your head back into the sheets, fingers wrapping around the back of your neck. “such a f-fucking slut- shiiit.. m’gonna cum, where do ya want it- hah..” you got him whining now, he was done for. “i-inside! don’t miss- nngh..please m’cumming!” your eyes begin to roll to the back of your head, pussy tightening around his lengthy cock, gushing all over him as you chase your high. he’s rutting his hips into you as long white spurts shoot into your womb causing you to mewl.

“f-feel so full toru..” you whimper as you caressing his arm, his chest coming down flushed right to your back. he’s giving you sloppy kisses to your lips that are gleaming with spit, moaning deeply into your mouth. “yeah? sweet girl.. h-heh..” he moans, still periodically grinding his hips up into you. “one more?” he suggests, you grip his chin, planting a wet kiss onto his lips before tucking your bottom lip in between your teeth. “mhm..” you nod.

2.5k wc : detailed smut : sukuna x reader

your laughter and shoko’s bounce off the walls. it’s one in the morning, and the two of you had the brilliant idea to prank call people—it’s the only right thing to do at a sleepover. “omg omg omg, who should we prank next?”

“hmm, let me see…” you scroll through your saved contacts on your phone. shoko sits next to you, watching over your screen as well. It’s safe to say that both of your contacts are pretty dry, and there aren’t many people acquainted with either of you who are worth pranking. 

“wait!” shoko exclaims; her eyes catch a contact that stands out from the rest. 

you stop in your tracks, “what?”

“that,” she clicks on the contact saved under “don’t answer,” “is that sukuna?” 

sukuna is your ex. your very beloved ex. you guys have a toxic thing going on; some days you guys act all mushy and swoon in love, the next it’s like there’s hell on earth. this confusing dynamic between the two of you caused you to break up with him, which might’ve been the hardest thing you’ve done. 

cutting off sukuna out of your life was honestly more of an effort influenced by everyone around you than something you wanted to do willingly on your own. you only went through with it because, in that moment, you were fed up with him and did it out of pettiness. and also because you know deep down the people around you are right—relationships aren’t meant to stress you out. 

but there’s something about sukuna that you just can’t get over. you’ve never met anyone quite like him, and now you have his number saved under “don’t answer” because you can’t resist him. 

you nod your head, “yeah…should we prank call him?” 

shoko groans, “y/n…i thought you’d blocked him.” 

you sheepishly smile, “and then i…unblocked him…” you know it’s wrong, but you can’t help yourself. 

“seriously?” shoko scoffs, “what is it about him that you like so much…?” shoko cannot even fathom why someone as smart, accomplished, and beautiful as you would stoop so low to give someone like sukuna a chance. sure, he’s conventionally very attractive, but to shoko, he’s an ugly, twisted being with a dark, eerie soul. 

you sigh, trying to find the right words to describe how you feel about him, “he’s just so…addicting. i dunno—like, yeah, when it’s bad it’s bad. but when it’s good, it’s so good, you know?” 

shoko stares at you for a moment, studying how your face shifts as you talk about sukuna. “you love him, it’s written all over your face, and it’s gross. seriously, y/n, you can do so much better.” 

you grab a pillow and playfully throw it at her face, “yeah, yeah, we can all do better,” you remark, not wanting to hear about how you deserve better and whatnot. 

“hey!” Shoko squeals as she attempts to stop the pillow from making contact with her face. “we’re not prank calling him, though. don’t give him your time of day…or night.”

+

it’s the next day, and shoko left a couple of hours ago, leaving you alone in your room—the time nearing midnight. which might not be the best thing for you since your mind can’t stop thinking about sukuna. 

maybe it has something to do with the fact that nearly twenty-four hours ago, you were about to get hold of him, but couldn’t thanks to shoko’s disapproval. 

you’ve been fighting the urge to text him ever since. and not to mention, all this boredom has caused your libido to spike—a girl is hor-knee! thinking about sukuna definitely isn’t helping your cause either. 

gosh—the way he fucked you was so intoxicating…you ache to be fucked like that again.

not just by anyone. by him, specifically. you couldn’t stand the thought of getting intimate with anyone other than him.

and so, not giving it any further thought, you decide to text him. shoko can be as mad as she wants for all you care—you’re a big girl, an adult. you can make your own decisions.

your fingers scramble, typing out a message to send to sukuna. you feel all shaky, breaking out into a cool sweat as you read the text over and over again. it’s a simple text—super vague. but it carries a heavy consequence.  

you close your eyes, and let out a prolonged exhale. three…two…one…send!

you u up?

you stare at the message. fuck. you really shouldn’t be doing this. 

don't answer sup baby

your shoulders ease. he responded—a little too fast and casually. you roll your eyes at his response with a snicker. "baby," as if you guys were still dating. which…really, what even are you two? because exes don’t keep each other close, do they? 

you wanna come over?

you bite your nails, the anticipation of his next reply gnawing at you. 

don't answer omw 

a giddy smile spreads across your face. he’s coming over, yes, yes, yes! you don’t know what you were expecting, or why you felt so anxious to text him in the first place. of course, sukuna is on his way. 

+ 

in about twenty minutes, give or take, your phone dings. you don’t even have to look at the notification to know it’s sukuna. you immediately unlock it to his message: 

don't answer here

you hurry to the door and unlock it. there he stood, with a smug look on his face. your six-foot something, pink-haired, tattooed, ripped man. he might not be your boyfriend anymore, but he’s still yours. “hey, pretty,” he speaks up.

you scoff at the compliment; he’s trying to butter you up. “no need to be all sweet,” you respond. 

sukuna walks inside, shutting and locking the door behind him. he wastes no time getting his hands on you, pulling you closer to him. “but i mean it tho.”

your breath catches at the sudden action. oh, how you’ve missed his touch. “yeah, yeah, sure you do.” 

sukuna tilts your head up, his gaze piercing into yours. “so,” he murmurs, dragging his thumb along your waist, “you called me over for what exactly?”

you feel your cheeks get warm and shy away, “i was…feeling lonely, i guess,” you respond, feeling too embarrassed to give him the actual reason. 

but that’s not what sukuna wanted to hear. his hands slowly travel down further, hooking the waistband of your pants. “c’mon doll, you didn’t text me ‘u up?’ for no reason, did you?” he says almost mockingly.

you feel really hot. “i…” you muster up the courage to say, “...want you to fuck me.” boom. straightforward, just like he wanted. 

sukuna’s mischievous smile grows wider at your boldness, “such a fucking slut,” he mutters under his breath.

before you can fire back, sukuna’s lips crash into yours, rough and desperate like he’s been waiting for this exact moment. his hands grip your waist, fingers digging in just enough to make you hitch. you gasp softly into the kiss, fingers instinctively grabbing the front of his shirt. 

you forgot just how intense he is. sukuna doesn’t kiss sweetly, no. he kisses like he’s taking something from you—taking control over you. 

he backs you further into the wall, his body pressing flush against yours, tall frame towering over you. the heat radiating off of him makes your head spin.

when he finally pulls back, it’s only barely—just enough for the two of you to breathe. his eyes slowly scan your face. 

dark. amused. hunger. 

“missed me that much?” he murmurs. 

you scoff, trying to recover a bit of dignity that evaporated the minute you texted—clear by the way your lips are already swollen from the kiss. “don’t get cocky,” you mutter. 

sukuna laughs softly under his breath. “too late for that, baby.” his hands slide from your waist down to your ass, squeezing lightly before dragging them back up again. the casualness of his gesture makes your stomach twist. “you called me over to fuck you,” he reminds you, voice low. 

“yeah, well, you’re the one who got here within twenty minutes,” you retort. 

“because you missed me. don’t know why you even bothered breaking up with me.” 

your face heats up. you hate how he’s right. your fingers tighten his shirt. “you talk too much,” you remark. 

“oh yeah?” sukuna mutters. “funny. you used to like that about me. or do you still?” 

before you can say anything back, he grabs your chin and pulls you into another kiss—even harder this time. your back hits the wall again as he crowds you there, enveloping you. 

and you melt into him instantly. 

your hands slide up into his hair, gripping tenderly, causing sukuna to let out a low sound against your lips. 

sukuna wraps his beefy arms around you to lift you, your legs wrapping around his abdomen instantly. one of his arms stays wrapped around while the other grips your ass as he holds you up for support. 

quickly making his way into your bedroom, he practically throws you in the bed, your body bouncing from the aggressive contact. 

sukuna keeps his eyes locked on you as he takes off his shirt. fuck—you look so sexy like this—so tempting. 

he immediately crawls over to you as soon as his shirt hits the floor. his larger frame towers over your smaller, more delicate one. 

he undresses you in record timing, hungry for the warmth of your bare skin. he leaves a trail of kisses from the neck down, making a stop at your breasts. 

he twirls his tongue around one nipple while his hand toys with the other. 

a stifled moan escapes from you. the sensation you feel from your nipples being touched alone is enough to send your mind into a haze. 

sukuna pulls away his mouth to look down at you, “c’mon princess, lemme hear you.” all he wants to do is savor the sounds of your sweet, melodic moans. he’s gone too long without hearing you—he can’t have you holding back now. 

and so you do. you relax yourself, allow yourself to loosen up. fuck it—you’re already here in bed with him. might as well go all out. 

sukuna glides his thumb over your cunt. “fuck, baby—so fuckin’ wet f’me…” he groans. his dick twitches as he gathers your slick from your drenched pussy. 

he inserts one finger, causing you to whimper. then two, “mngh,” you moan. finally three. three of his thick fingers, stretching you wider. “kuna… ‘s too much…” you cry. but you love the way it hurts. 

“you’re doing so good, baby,” he coos. he slowly thrusts the three fingers inside your gushing hole, curling them, hitting all the right spots. “such a good girl f’me.” 

and once he feels like he’s prepped you enough, he pulls out all three fingers, the absence making you wince. 

sukuna pulls down his pants, his cock springing free. he’s so hard, it hurts. he beats his dick to the thought of you daily—but having you in front of him like this—a complete mess for him, has him going feral for you. 

he lines his dick up with your slimy pussy, sliding it up and down, his tip hitting your puffy clit repeatedly. “you’re such slut,” he groans. 

“fuck you,” you bite back mindlessly and out of breath. you don’t care for the insults sukuna is throwing at you—not when he’s making you feel like this. 

sukuna snickers scornfully. he then starts sliding himself in, slowly—too slowly. as if he were teasing. 

“you break up with,” he inches deeper, “block me,” and deeper, “and then ask me to fuck you,” his entire length is now inside you, swallowed whole by your pussy. “slut,” he remarks again, breathlessly. 

you gasp as you feel his tip kiss your cervix, and your walls throb around him. fuck fuck fuck–he feels so good. 

sukuna’s hips start bucking on their own, thrusting inside your throbbing pussy, “that’s okay, though—hah,” he rasps. 

your needy pussy feels so good around sukuna’s rock-hard cock, it’s making him go insane.

“you’ll always be mine,” he says, locking his eyes on you, studying your oh so pretty facial expressions. 

you look so dangerously beautiful, taking his dick, moaning resoundingly from each plunge of sukuna’s dick. 

“oh—fuhhck. ryo…” your vagina gushes, spurting out your arousal around sukuna’s cock. 

sukuna picks up his pace at the sound of his name moaning out of your pretty, swollen lips. he’s missed the way you say the nickname you gave him, "ryo." 

sukuna’s palm is pressed against the mattress, his forearm inches away from your face, while his free hand caresses your face—his thumb tenderly circles your cheek. 

“say you’re mine,” he groans. “say it.” 

“i’m all yours, ryo.” you wail. it’s true; you will forever be his. 

“mmm…i’m gonna,” you feel your orgasm building up, making you moan relentlessly. 

sukuna knows it, too. he can tell by the way your pussy is clenching around him—practically milking him. “you gonna cum, baby?” he thrusts even faster. “cum all over my dick, doll,” he demands. 

your head tilts back, and your mind goes blank. all you see is white. your orgasm sends tingles through your entire body, making you feel warm all over. 

sukuna admires the expression on your face as you orgasm around his cock; he’s the reason you look so pretty, making that whiny face. he looks down and sees the white circle forming at the base of his cock—the sight making his release approach. 

after a few more sloppy thrusts, he pulls out, jerking his release off onto your stomach. thick, hot, ropes of cum shoot out of him, covering your tummy. “fuck—” sukuna mumbles under his breath. both of you are a panting mess. 

sukuna leans down, blanketing his body over yours, peppering your face with kisses. “you did so good, princess,” he whispers as his mouth ghosts over the shell of your ear. 

your hands go up to his face, both of your hands cupping him. you redirect his head so his eyes can meet yours. 

your face softens at the sight of him. “don’t go…okay?” you really shouldn’t let him stay, but you really don’t want him to go. maybe you’re being selfish—maybe you're making all the wrong choices, but you can’t avoid your feelings for him. 

something in sukuna shifts—it’s evident in his eyes. the dark eyes from before are now much, much softer, ardently staring at you. 

“wasn’t planning on it, dumbass,” he mutters.  

maybe this time you guys can actually work things out. maybe this time, you guys will actually work towards communicating with each other properly—no petty fights, no toxic retorts. 

it’s obvious how badly both of you long for each other. love conquers all, right? maybe, just maybe, the love you share will outweigh the toxicity. 

sukuna dips his head lower, resting it in the nook of your shoulder. his arms slither from under you, pulling you into what seems to feel like a hug. “i love you,” he whispers.

“i love you, too,” you whisper back.

a/n : i lowkey should’ve proofread this better—hopefully this isn’t absolute cheeks. however, if you do enjoy this, reblog it and i’ll give you a sloppy kiss

@maiigical. do not discredit, plagiarize, or feed any of my work into ai.

2.5k wc : detailed smut : sukuna x reader

your laughter and shoko’s bounce off the walls. it’s one in the morning, and the two of you had the brilliant idea to prank call people—it’s the only right thing to do at a sleepover. “omg omg omg, who should we prank next?”

“hmm, let me see…” you scroll through your saved contacts on your phone. shoko sits next to you, watching over your screen as well. It’s safe to say that both of your contacts are pretty dry, and there aren’t many people acquainted with either of you who are worth pranking. 

“wait!” shoko exclaims; her eyes catch a contact that stands out from the rest. 

you stop in your tracks, “what?”

“that,” she clicks on the contact saved under “don’t answer,” “is that sukuna?” 

sukuna is your ex. your very beloved ex. you guys have a toxic thing going on; some days you guys act all mushy and swoon in love, the next it’s like there’s hell on earth. this confusing dynamic between the two of you caused you to break up with him, which might’ve been the hardest thing you’ve done. 

cutting off sukuna out of your life was honestly more of an effort influenced by everyone around you than something you wanted to do willingly on your own. you only went through with it because, in that moment, you were fed up with him and did it out of pettiness. and also because you know deep down the people around you are right—relationships aren’t meant to stress you out. 

but there’s something about sukuna that you just can’t get over. you’ve never met anyone quite like him, and now you have his number saved under “don’t answer” because you can’t resist him. 

you nod your head, “yeah…should we prank call him?” 

shoko groans, “y/n…i thought you’d blocked him.” 

you sheepishly smile, “and then i…unblocked him…” you know it’s wrong, but you can’t help yourself. 

“seriously?” shoko scoffs, “what is it about him that you like so much…?” shoko cannot even fathom why someone as smart, accomplished, and beautiful as you would stoop so low to give someone like sukuna a chance. sure, he’s conventionally very attractive, but to shoko, he’s an ugly, twisted being with a dark, eerie soul. 

you sigh, trying to find the right words to describe how you feel about him, “he’s just so…addicting. i dunno—like, yeah, when it’s bad it’s bad. but when it’s good, it’s so good, you know?” 

shoko stares at you for a moment, studying how your face shifts as you talk about sukuna. “you love him, it’s written all over your face, and it’s gross. seriously, y/n, you can do so much better.” 

you grab a pillow and playfully throw it at her face, “yeah, yeah, we can all do better,” you remark, not wanting to hear about how you deserve better and whatnot. 

“hey!” Shoko squeals as she attempts to stop the pillow from making contact with her face. “we’re not prank calling him, though. don’t give him your time of day…or night.”

+

it’s the next day, and shoko left a couple of hours ago, leaving you alone in your room—the time nearing midnight. which might not be the best thing for you since your mind can’t stop thinking about sukuna. 

maybe it has something to do with the fact that nearly twenty-four hours ago, you were about to get hold of him, but couldn’t thanks to shoko’s disapproval. 

you’ve been fighting the urge to text him ever since. and not to mention, all this boredom has caused your libido to spike—a girl is hor-knee! thinking about sukuna definitely isn’t helping your cause either. 

gosh—the way he fucked you was so intoxicating…you ache to be fucked like that again.

not just by anyone. by him, specifically. you couldn’t stand the thought of getting intimate with anyone other than him.

and so, not giving it any further thought, you decide to text him. shoko can be as mad as she wants for all you care—you’re a big girl, an adult. you can make your own decisions.

your fingers scramble, typing out a message to send to sukuna. you feel all shaky, breaking out into a cool sweat as you read the text over and over again. it’s a simple text—super vague. but it carries a heavy consequence.  

you close your eyes, and let out a prolonged exhale. three…two…one…send!

you u up?

you stare at the message. fuck. you really shouldn’t be doing this. 

don't answer sup baby

your shoulders ease. he responded—a little too fast and casually. you roll your eyes at his response with a snicker. "baby," as if you guys were still dating. which…really, what even are you two? because exes don’t keep each other close, do they? 

you wanna come over?

you bite your nails, the anticipation of his next reply gnawing at you. 

don't answer omw 

a giddy smile spreads across your face. he’s coming over, yes, yes, yes! you don’t know what you were expecting, or why you felt so anxious to text him in the first place. of course, sukuna is on his way. 

+ 

in about twenty minutes, give or take, your phone dings. you don’t even have to look at the notification to know it’s sukuna. you immediately unlock it to his message: 

don't answer here

you hurry to the door and unlock it. there he stood, with a smug look on his face. your six-foot something, pink-haired, tattooed, ripped man. he might not be your boyfriend anymore, but he’s still yours. “hey, pretty,” he speaks up.

you scoff at the compliment; he’s trying to butter you up. “no need to be all sweet,” you respond. 

sukuna walks inside, shutting and locking the door behind him. he wastes no time getting his hands on you, pulling you closer to him. “but i mean it tho.”

your breath catches at the sudden action. oh, how you’ve missed his touch. “yeah, yeah, sure you do.” 

sukuna tilts your head up, his gaze piercing into yours. “so,” he murmurs, dragging his thumb along your waist, “you called me over for what exactly?”

you feel your cheeks get warm and shy away, “i was…feeling lonely, i guess,” you respond, feeling too embarrassed to give him the actual reason. 

but that’s not what sukuna wanted to hear. his hands slowly travel down further, hooking the waistband of your pants. “c’mon doll, you didn’t text me ‘u up?’ for no reason, did you?” he says almost mockingly.

you feel really hot. “i…” you muster up the courage to say, “...want you to fuck me.” boom. straightforward, just like he wanted. 

sukuna’s mischievous smile grows wider at your boldness, “such a fucking slut,” he mutters under his breath.

before you can fire back, sukuna’s lips crash into yours, rough and desperate like he’s been waiting for this exact moment. his hands grip your waist, fingers digging in just enough to make you hitch. you gasp softly into the kiss, fingers instinctively grabbing the front of his shirt. 

you forgot just how intense he is. sukuna doesn’t kiss sweetly, no. he kisses like he’s taking something from you—taking control over you. 

he backs you further into the wall, his body pressing flush against yours, tall frame towering over you. the heat radiating off of him makes your head spin.

when he finally pulls back, it’s only barely—just enough for the two of you to breathe. his eyes slowly scan your face. 

dark. amused. hunger. 

“missed me that much?” he murmurs. 

you scoff, trying to recover a bit of dignity that evaporated the minute you texted—clear by the way your lips are already swollen from the kiss. “don’t get cocky,” you mutter. 

sukuna laughs softly under his breath. “too late for that, baby.” his hands slide from your waist down to your ass, squeezing lightly before dragging them back up again. the casualness of his gesture makes your stomach twist. “you called me over to fuck you,” he reminds you, voice low. 

“yeah, well, you’re the one who got here within twenty minutes,” you retort. 

“because you missed me. don’t know why you even bothered breaking up with me.” 

your face heats up. you hate how he’s right. your fingers tighten his shirt. “you talk too much,” you remark. 

“oh yeah?” sukuna mutters. “funny. you used to like that about me. or do you still?” 

before you can say anything back, he grabs your chin and pulls you into another kiss—even harder this time. your back hits the wall again as he crowds you there, enveloping you. 

and you melt into him instantly. 

your hands slide up into his hair, gripping tenderly, causing sukuna to let out a low sound against your lips. 

sukuna wraps his beefy arms around you to lift you, your legs wrapping around his abdomen instantly. one of his arms stays wrapped around while the other grips your ass as he holds you up for support. 

quickly making his way into your bedroom, he practically throws you in the bed, your body bouncing from the aggressive contact. 

sukuna keeps his eyes locked on you as he takes off his shirt. fuck—you look so sexy like this—so tempting. 

he immediately crawls over to you as soon as his shirt hits the floor. his larger frame towers over your smaller, more delicate one. 

he undresses you in record timing, hungry for the warmth of your bare skin. he leaves a trail of kisses from the neck down, making a stop at your breasts. 

he twirls his tongue around one nipple while his hand toys with the other. 

a stifled moan escapes from you. the sensation you feel from your nipples being touched alone is enough to send your mind into a haze. 

sukuna pulls away his mouth to look down at you, “c’mon princess, lemme hear you.” all he wants to do is savor the sounds of your sweet, melodic moans. he’s gone too long without hearing you—he can’t have you holding back now. 

and so you do. you relax yourself, allow yourself to loosen up. fuck it—you’re already here in bed with him. might as well go all out. 

sukuna glides his thumb over your cunt. “fuck, baby—so fuckin’ wet f’me…” he groans. his dick twitches as he gathers your slick from your drenched pussy. 

he inserts one finger, causing you to whimper. then two, “mngh,” you moan. finally three. three of his thick fingers, stretching you wider. “kuna… ‘s too much…” you cry. but you love the way it hurts. 

“you’re doing so good, baby,” he coos. he slowly thrusts the three fingers inside your gushing hole, curling them, hitting all the right spots. “such a good girl f’me.” 

and once he feels like he’s prepped you enough, he pulls out all three fingers, the absence making you wince. 

sukuna pulls down his pants, his cock springing free. he’s so hard, it hurts. he beats his dick to the thought of you daily—but having you in front of him like this—a complete mess for him, has him going feral for you. 

he lines his dick up with your slimy pussy, sliding it up and down, his tip hitting your puffy clit repeatedly. “you’re such slut,” he groans. 

“fuck you,” you bite back mindlessly and out of breath. you don’t care for the insults sukuna is throwing at you—not when he’s making you feel like this. 

sukuna snickers scornfully. he then starts sliding himself in, slowly—too slowly. as if he were teasing. 

“you break up with,” he inches deeper, “block me,” and deeper, “and then ask me to fuck you,” his entire length is now inside you, swallowed whole by your pussy. “slut,” he remarks again, breathlessly. 

you gasp as you feel his tip kiss your cervix, and your walls throb around him. fuck fuck fuck–he feels so good. 

sukuna’s hips start bucking on their own, thrusting inside your throbbing pussy, “that’s okay, though—hah,” he rasps. 

your needy pussy feels so good around sukuna’s rock-hard cock, it’s making him go insane.

“you’ll always be mine,” he says, locking his eyes on you, studying your oh so pretty facial expressions. 

you look so dangerously beautiful, taking his dick, moaning resoundingly from each plunge of sukuna’s dick. 

“oh—fuhhck. ryo…” your vagina gushes, spurting out your arousal around sukuna’s cock. 

sukuna picks up his pace at the sound of his name moaning out of your pretty, swollen lips. he’s missed the way you say the nickname you gave him, "ryo." 

sukuna’s palm is pressed against the mattress, his forearm inches away from your face, while his free hand caresses your face—his thumb tenderly circles your cheek. 

“say you’re mine,” he groans. “say it.” 

“i’m all yours, ryo.” you wail. it’s true; you will forever be his. 

“mmm…i’m gonna,” you feel your orgasm building up, making you moan relentlessly. 

sukuna knows it, too. he can tell by the way your pussy is clenching around him—practically milking him. “you gonna cum, baby?” he thrusts even faster. “cum all over my dick, doll,” he demands. 

your head tilts back, and your mind goes blank. all you see is white. your orgasm sends tingles through your entire body, making you feel warm all over. 

sukuna admires the expression on your face as you orgasm around his cock; he’s the reason you look so pretty, making that whiny face. he looks down and sees the white circle forming at the base of his cock—the sight making his release approach. 

after a few more sloppy thrusts, he pulls out, jerking his release off onto your stomach. thick, hot, ropes of cum shoot out of him, covering your tummy. “fuck—” sukuna mumbles under his breath. both of you are a panting mess. 

sukuna leans down, blanketing his body over yours, peppering your face with kisses. “you did so good, princess,” he whispers as his mouth ghosts over the shell of your ear. 

your hands go up to his face, both of your hands cupping him. you redirect his head so his eyes can meet yours. 

your face softens at the sight of him. “don’t go…okay?” you really shouldn’t let him stay, but you really don’t want him to go. maybe you’re being selfish—maybe you're making all the wrong choices, but you can’t avoid your feelings for him. 

something in sukuna shifts—it’s evident in his eyes. the dark eyes from before are now much, much softer, ardently staring at you. 

“wasn’t planning on it, dumbass,” he mutters.  

maybe this time you guys can actually work things out. maybe this time, you guys will actually work towards communicating with each other properly—no petty fights, no toxic retorts. 

it’s obvious how badly both of you long for each other. love conquers all, right? maybe, just maybe, the love you share will outweigh the toxicity. 

sukuna dips his head lower, resting it in the nook of your shoulder. his arms slither from under you, pulling you into what seems to feel like a hug. “i love you,” he whispers.

“i love you, too,” you whisper back.

a/n : i lowkey should’ve proofread this better—hopefully this isn’t absolute cheeks. however, if you do enjoy this, reblog it and i’ll give you a sloppy kiss

@maiigical. do not discredit, plagiarize, or feed any of my work into ai.