Peachy

[content: MDNI, crack smųt, a very unserious piece of work, piv, hair pulling, use of aphrodisiacs, sukuna’s sour but then he’s sweet]

Never in your life have you been so horny it hurt.

“Kuna, please—harder,” you cry out.

“I’m going as hard as I fucking can, you little slut,” he snaps, each thrust matching every harsh word that gets spat through his teeth. “THIS IS WHY YOU DON’T EAT RANDOM. CHOCOLATE. ON. THE. COUNTER.”

“I’m sorry! Fuck!! I didn’t know!”

“There was a note saying DON’T eat it—you just didn’t give a shit because you’re a thief and a glutton. A liar now, too,” he continues to scold you over the chocolate bar he was going to give to Jin so he’d stop groveling over his ex. It’s been 6 fucking months, he’s tired of having to listen to him go on and on about Kaori. Enough is enough—he needs to go out and sleep with someone.

And now Jin’s never going to shut up. Sukuna doesn’t even want to look at you right now—let alone reward your behavior with dick.

“And now you’re cryin’ like it’s my fuckin’ fault.” It’s him who should be crying right now. “It’s simple: Leave my fucking snacks alone. I always get multiples of each so you’d keep your grubby little hands off them. Why can’t you just be normal and go in my wallet?? Fuck—Arch that back some more.” He cracks his palm over your ass. “Yeah, hike it up nice and high.”

“I can’t!” It feels like it’s about to break with all the weight he’s putting on it! Both of his hands pinning you down, burying every last inch of his cock inside of you.

He scoffs, nudging for you to close your thighs, then planting his knees right next to yours so they stay that way. “Do you want to cum?”

warnings: none, sukuna just gets yelled at for a sec

there are a lot of things wrong with your husband. like, a lot. he's arrogant, he's a hothead, possesive as hell. now, are they things you've considered leaving him for?

no... unfortunately.

the car ride back home is painfully quiet. all you hear is the engine of the car and sukuna sighing every 2 minutes because he just wants to get it over with already. yet, you still won't yell at him, and honestly, it's starting to put him on edge.

he shifts in his seat a little, already uncomfortable with the fact that he's sitting in the passenger seat. he doesn't do a very good job at hiding it either— his arms are crossed, theres a slight pout on his face. he feels like a little boy again, getting picked up from school after getting suspended for starting a fight.

he sighs, again. then he opens his mouth, "will you just fuckin' talk to me already?"

"no," you respond a little too calmly.

"c'mon," he grumbles, turning to you. "it wasn't even that bad this time."

"no?" you laugh under your breath, wondering why in the fuck is he like this. “do you not realize where i just picked you up from?”

"you're acting like i beat him half to dea—“

"JAIL IS STILL JAIL, SUKUNA,” you snap at him. “how many times have we done this??”

there’s a long pause, consisting of him opening and closing his mouth a couple times, cutting himself off from whatever smart-ass remarks that came to his head.

but then he finally answers.

“…i don’t know.”

“exactly— don’t talk to me the rest of the way home.”

ryomen sukuna was off limits.

all the cheerleaders knew it. all his fellow jocks knew it. hell even the younger female professors, who couldn't help but stare at him , knew it.

he is built like a greek god and acts like a retired sergeant. no one can tear their gaze off him when he is on the field , and yet no one truly dares to approach him when he is off the field either.

he has a nasty personality that doesn't shy away from saying "fuck off " right on the face of even the prettiest cheerleader—hence shattering her confidence completely. rumours even suggested that said girl never dared confess to anyone ever again.

you were just a happy go lucky.

sweet dresses, pretty jewellery, neat hair. you were just a girl with a sweet, slightly clueless personality. everyone's friend and enemy of none and so on and so forth.

you had your own circle of close people—even though one could count them on the phalanges of a single digit.

a different world from the one in which the formidable campus king ruled.

hell, no one could have ever suspected in a million years that ryomen sukuna would cross paths with you. or that he would , quite literally, trip over himself while he watched you feed a stray kitten.

who would have known that his eyes would track your easy smiles and register your presence in every room you entered.

and that he would carry you out of a frat party, drunken and smiling and giggling into his chest, all the while safely nestled in his arms, as if you had him wrapped around your little fingers.

in all honesty, you did.

the ryomen sukuna was in love

with you .

you, who wished on airplanes and made it a regular habit of quizzing him about the various shapes he could decipher from the clouds above.

you , to whom laughs came easily. you who was happy with giving away your meals to stray animals.

no one expected the formidable captain would be so besotted with a girl .

ryomen who never gave any woman the time of his day , would become so enamored by you that he wouldn't be able to tear his gaze off of you.

the students would gape openly when they saw him waiting for you outside your class, walking with you to your next class.

or the bomb—gently tucking your hair behind your ear.

ryomen sukuna did not do soft or sweet.

but he did... apparently. for you. with you.

ryomen sukuna didn't let random girls kiss his cheek. but you weren't a random girl. you were his girl.

so his teammates stared slack jawed at the light lipstick stained kiss on his cheek—averting their gazes before they could be faced with his wrath for staring too long.

ryomen sukuna didn't carry other girls baggage for them. so why were his arms full of art supplies and projects even though his major had absolutely nothing to do with it?

it was called being smitten, ofcourse .

with you.

who , for ryomen, hung the stars and moon in his sky.

i HATE self-censorship for a lot of reasons, but being in crisis work makes it even more frustrating. who are you censoring for? like i am being so fr, WHO are you censoring for? have you even thought it through? people who have been raped know that they have been raped. if someone attempts suicide or is grieving someone who did, saying "sewer slide" isn't going to protect them from any of the feelings. a murder victim's family isn't going to feel better bc you said "unalived" instead of murdered. if anything, it's just extremely invalidating and othering. it's saying "what happened to you is so bad that i won't even say the word," which is NOT trauma-informed care. you are not protecting survivors/victims when you self-censor. the ONLY things you protect when you self-censor are the puritanical ideologies that are being encouraged by rich fascists who want your money and obedience

Next up someone is going to claim that the Narnia series isn't kids books.