#sukuna

read part one here!

you usually don't dread meeting up with sukuna to drop off yuji at his house but for some reason today it's taking a lot out of you to hold back on your nerves.

you've parked up on his street but your hands are still gripping the wheel, it's only until yuji calls out for you that you're snapped back into reality.

unbuckling, you exit out of the car and right on cue, Sukuna's front door opens to meet you guys out front. Yuji's always quick to say his goodbyes, a quick peck on the cheek and a wave to you before he rushes inside to play video games. Sukuna's more lax with yuji than you are so yuji knows that he'll have an easy and fun time at his dad's house.

as yuji disappears inside you're faced with the confrontation of sukuna standing in the doorway. it's clear that you're avoiding his eyes because of the impromptu phone call that yuji forced you to make a couple days ago.

"well, you know the drill. call me if you need anything." you say, already beginning your own goodbyes.

"hey, hey, we're not done here." sukuna stops you, he pulls his front door almost to a close so that the two of you have a little privacy. you're almost annoyed that despite your years of separation he's still able to call you back to him with a few words. his tone is enough to make you melt and it takes everything in you not to fold for him. "you wanna explain what that phone call was the other day? a little random no?"

seeing sukuna face to face makes you nervous all over again. his tanned skin that accompanies his tattoos, you can tell he's been busy working but he still manages to keep himself in shape. you try not to let your eyes linger over his body, just glancing here and there at his unfortunately handsome face.

"yuji made me do it." you admit, "it was meant to be a silly prank, it meant nothing."

"really?" sukuna raises a brow, evident that he doesn't believe you.

"yeah, well it was just to say goodnight. it wasn't serious."

sukuna hums and shuffles a little in the doorway. there's a silence that falls over the two of you and for a minute the two of your are unsure of what to say next.

the two of you interrupt each other at the exact same time.

"how's work-?" you begin.

"what are your plans-" Sukuna starts to ask but you both stop at the same time.

"you go first." you say.

"are you doing anything this weekend?" sukuna asks, his tone a little awkward, you've always known that this giant of a man couldn't handle small talk and it's humorous that he's attempting to right now. but there's also something that upsets you in the fact that after years of knowing him your current relationship now revolves around small talk.

"not much, maybe drinks with the girls for a catch up." you say, "what about you and yuji?"

"thinking about taking him to that baseball game this weekend."

"that sounds good. he'll love it." you comment and sukuna nods.

there's another pause that runs between the two of you and it's within that minute that you know this is your sign to leave. just when you're opening your mouth to finally say your goodbyes, sukuna intervenes again.

"you know...you can call me whenever you want and i'll pick up. whenever. i mean you know this."

you nod, your body is currently holding itself back on a physical reaction to his words. "i know."

sukuna nods, avoiding eye contact with you like he didn't just let you know that he'll be exclusively free just for you.

he's just being friendly right? this is the norm for co-parenting...right?

"i should get going." you say and you finally say your goodbyes. sukuna watches as you make it back to your car and his hands turn into fists as he physically stops himself from calling out to you to talk a little more or to remind you to text him when you make it back home safely.

but he has to remind himself that he lost access to those privileges years ago.

as soon as you make it back to the driver's seat relief hits you. your shoulders drop and you tell yourself that it wasn't that bad. you were probably overthinking it, sukuna knows you weren't serious about that phone call right?

on the drive back you can't help but have his rough voice stuck in your head. "you know...you can call me whenever you want and i'll pick up. whenever. i mean you know this."

was he actually serious about that or was he just being nice and sparing you the embarrassment of calling him the other night?

you're not sure what it is but you can't help but mull over his words for the rest of the night.

(i know you didn't ask to be tagged but i thought you might be interested in the part two!)

he glares at you any chance he gets, whether its when you're walking to class or he catches you at the mall. he always takes time out of his day to make sure you know just how pissed he is that you're no longer with him.

after you rejected the first 10 bouquets he put in your locker, he decided to take a stronger approach by leaving printed photos of when you two were together.

a photo of you two getting ice cream,

'see baby? i can be sweet.'

a selfie of you asleep on his chest,

'look how happy you are. i'm always here for you.'

a photo of his cock shoved down your throat,

'you've always been a pig. it's not long before you feel starved of my dick.'

the latest one was a photo of your pussy with his cum dripping out after he swore he used a condom. the note he left has you wondering if you should tell the police.

'i can't believe you're not pregnant considering how many times i've cum in you. maybe i should give it another shot or two.'

you nervously tell sukuna about all this, to which he puts his arm around you and tries to distract you. ever since you and gojo split, sukuna had been spending more and more time with you; sitting next to you in the classes you shared, sitting with you during lunch instead of with the rest of his friends.

and gojo absolutely hates this.

so much so, that he begins to take things even further.

you start finding rotten food in your locker, stinking up all your things. your pens suddenly have all the caps removed, and one of your bag's zippers is stuck. for some reason, the cafeteria lady keeps giving you half lunches, meaning sukuna has to give you some of his.

the worst of it was when you came home one day to find your bedroom completely trashed. your clothes were thrown everywhere, some of your plushies were ripped, your vanity light was somehow missing a few lightbulbs. the whole thing made you wanna cry. after thinking about what to do, you call sukuna, and he invites you over.

it seems the only option you have, right?

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Honestly, you just feel like being difficult sometimes to rile your boyfriend up. But who can blame you? Sukuna’s just so sexy when he’s pissed, pinching the bridge of his nose and clenching his jaw so hard it pops when you deliberately ask a stupid question you already know the answer to. And he looks even sexier when he’s throwing you onto the bed and tearing your bra away, biting angrily along your collarbones until you’re squealing.

But you aren’t squealing right now; in fact, you’re deliberately making no sound whatsoever, your teeth clamped into your lips even as your legs shake.

Sukuna’s groaning above you as he fucks into you, his cock slick with your messiness while his mouth greedily sucks around your chest and leaves pretty little marks. You’re biting your lip so hard it bleeds, limiting your noises to little breaths and the occasional sharp, shaky exhale.

“Woman,” he says suddenly, sharp teeth digging into your earlobe, “stop being so quiet.”

“Don’t know what you mean.” You say, eyes wide and innocent like he isn’t many, many inches deep inside your weeping cunt with your thighs wrapped around his waist for dear life. “Maybe I don’t feel like it.”

Sukuna glares at you, eyes dark. “You’re dripping onto the fuckin’ bedsheets, and you don’t feel like it?”

“Mhm.” You nod sweetly, fingers scraping down his tattooed nape. The truth is, you’ve been so stressed lately you just want him to fuck you until you can’t think properly. You want Sukuna to shove you so deep into the mattress you feel like you’re suffocating, until you’re so full it hurts- but every time you’ve tried to ask, you’ve gotten nervous. Oh, and he looks hot when he’s annoyed. That too.

He looks a tad confused, a little pissed, and very turned on as he puts more of his bodyweight onto you. “You’re such a fucking brat.”

You clench around him at his words, sweat beading at your sternum and across the skin he’s marked up, but slap a palm across your mouth to muffle the moan threatening to burst out. Sukuna’s getting slowly more riled up the longer you carry this on, you can tell, fiery excitement growing in your abdomen.

He mutters something under his heated breath about ‘being so fucking difficult’; and then your legs aren’t yours anymore. Because he’s curled his hands around them, hoisted them upwards until your ears are almost flush with your thighs as he keeps fucking into you with that same rhythm that makes you go a little insane.

“Fuckkkk!” You squeal, finally unable to hold back your shocked noises when he hits into you like this. He grins sharply, face inches from yours, like he’s just been awarded everything he’s ever wanted. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Usually, he’d let your legs down and kiss you through your orgasm, but Sukuna does no such thing; he hooks a thumb inside your mouth to pry it open, pressing down beneath your tongue to force your jaw into static. “Fuck!” You sob, the digit ensuring all your pretty noises come out. “Kuna, s’too much-“

“It’s not.” He spits, slamming his hips into your ruined insides. “Keep making those noises and maybe I’ll slow down.”

You both know he won’t.

But what he does instead might be even worse.

He flips you over suddenly, your sore legs stretching out behind you as you lie in your stomach before he’s quickly sheathing himself back inside you. He feels even deeper like this, the stretch burning in a different way, and the loud gasp you let out is enough to make your boyfriend laugh behind your ear.

“Is that good?” He grins against the shell of your ear, hips rolling into that little ribbed spot that makes you see stars. “Mhmm.” You manage to breathe out, saliva pooling at your lips.

“Tell me how much.” Sukuna says, slowing the pace of his cock inside you. Mewling, “so good, feels so good-“ and then you whimper when he moves again, slick soaking into the bedsheets below. The noises you’re letting out now are loud and embarrassing and pathetic, and Sukuna doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of them.

“Kunaaaa.” You slur, spit glittering on your lips as your arms lie motionless beside your head, spread out like a marionette with its strings cut. “Mngh-“

“Is this what you wanted?” He pants filthily into your skin, cock stirring harshly against your g-spot and thrusting you meanly into a second orgasm. This one is slower and duller, but still so sweet it renders your brain to mush within your skull. “For me to fuck you stupid?”

“Y-yes.” Eyes closed, your fingers curl loosely into the bedsheets for any sort of reprieve. “And you thought you’d just be a fucking brat until I snapped, right?” Sukuna groans, his hips slapping against your ass.

“Mhmmm-“ there’s tears trickling down your face now, but you don’t realise. Sukuna does though, leaning upwards mid-thrust to lick the saline clean off.

His hips stick themselves deep inside you as he cums, groaning sexily as his cock spurts out enough to the point it drips out of you and pools on the bed below- or it would’ve, had his fingers not got there first to slam the viscosity right back inside. You can’t even squeal or complain he’s being gross as you usually do, because you’ve been reduced to a pile of sticky, sweaty, brainless mush.

But there’s a glowing smile spreading drunkenly across your face, and Sukuna collapses next to you with an identical expression. “Make more noise next time.” He says, “and just ask if you wanna be fucked like that.”

“Mhm.” Your head lolls to the side lazily.

“Shower?”

“Mhm.”

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a/n: have a lovely week!!

husband!Sukuna is the type to actually wake up at 6 am just to feed your clumsy little cat, who somehow prefers him over you (she thinks Sukuna is her big biological cat mother).

husband!Sukuna is the type to pretend to be full when you’re eyeing his food at the restaurant, just to hunt down the fridge later at 3 am and finish all your meal prep for the week. 

husband!Sukuna is the type to pick you up by the waist in a large crowd and hold you that way for a few moments, just so you can see what’s happening in the front. 

husband!Sukuna is the type to pretend he’s getting annoyed by you tracing his tattoos, but he secretly loves it so much that he finds excuses to want a ‘massage’ just to have your hands on him after a long day at work.

husband!Sukuna is the type to flick your forehead when you’re disturbing his sleep, just to plant a peck on the spot right after you glare at him.

husband!Sukuna is the type to bring home a random assortment of Lush bath bombs ‘for you’, just to find an excuse to use the extra ones himself.

husband!Sukuna is the type to stare at your face, looking up like a little puppy for the entire hour you’re helping him touch up his roots because he loves getting pampered.

husband!Sukuna is the type who walks around at home wearing only boxers, to the point that the neighbour from the opposite building never opens their curtains anymore.

husband!Sukuna is the type to trigger your anger because he knows your weak spots and loves it when you get mad at him (it turns him on)

husband!Sukuna is the type to keep damaging too many locks and door handles around the house because he accidentally uses too much force to open them to impatiently get to you.

husband!Sukuna is the type to try a new recipe he learned and force feed it to you, even if it has terrible seasoning ratios, because he wants your honest feedback (he just wants you to not skip meals)

husband!Sukuna is the type to not want kids, but secretly wants to see your pregnant belly someday after seeing you handle his annoying niece surprisingly well.

husband!Sukuna is the type to lounge around you between his sets at the gym, waiting to slap any creepy man who looks at his wife with bad intentions.

husband!Sukuna is the type to secretly memorize the name of the setting powder you ran out of, just to cluelessly stand in Sephora while the staff insists on helping him (he wants to tell you he found it himself later)

husband!Sukuna is the type to carry you bridal style to your room while you’re passed out from fever medications and stroke your hair with his big hands, accidentally knotting a few strands. 

husband!Sukuna is the type to end the evening by laying his big head on your belly, mumbling in his sleep, because he says he loves the warmth but he secretly just loves getting babied by you.

a/n: not proofread!

Reader surprising Sukuna with a tramp stamp of his tattoo, slightly yearner Sukuna x brat & baddie reader My works: enjoy Bye now - Mars ♡

You've been avoiding your husband for three days, three whole days. He was losing his mind, rightfully so.

What did he do this time? 

Did he accidentally say something to annoy you? 

He didn't eat your leftovers, and he didn't make any insensitive jokes so why couldn't he just see you? 

He HATED to admit it, but he missed you.

He missed you.

Everytime he showed up, you told him to go away, you were busy. You shooed him away like he was a stray.

You shooed away the King of Curses. 

And every time he  threatened to show up, you threatened to lengthen this "ban" he apparently was on. He had no idea how he even got put on a damn ban in the first place! 

What did he do to deserve this torture?

He'd been through war, literally, and it hurt less than not getting to see his woman for three days ...and three nights, four hours two minutes and 27 seconds, 28 now, great!

The most he got was phone calls. Short and simple, just to let him know you're well, and still a brat from your sass. 

Unfortunately for him, it turned him on to no end

He dragged himself home, opening the door and dropping his stuff on the floor, yawning as he stumbled over to the couch. His bed has been left untouched for three days, it was cold and uncomfortable without you

Pausing at the sight of you on his couch.

His woman in his home?

Was his four eyes deceiving him?

Immediately he was wide awake, no longer droopy or tired, his face was stern but that tummy mouth betrayed him with how wide it stretched, smiling. 

He was happy. Thrilled even.

"You came" he pounced onto you, cradling you in his arms, burying his face into the crook of your neck, "I've missed you, woman"

"Yeah, yeah, I know" you patted his back, knowing it would annoy him more

"Tell me what I did and how to fix it" large hand cradling your cheek and turning your face to his, all four red eyes staring at you expectantly 

"You did nothing, did you do something I should know about?" You trace the mark on his forehead absentmindedly, also having missed your lover.

"No" he pouted, it was barely there but you've ground used to his mannerisms to know a pout when you see one

"I've...behaved" he reluctantly murmured 

"You don't sound sure" you teased

"I haven't killed anyone" Sukuna said flatly, a bit annoyed now

"Oh wow, in three days? I'm proud of you" you said sarcastically, caressing his cheek

"Just because I have missed you immensely, does not give you a free pass to be a brat" he kissed up your jawline 

"I don't need a pass to be a brat, for your information" you rolled your eyes, making the curse smirked

"That's my woman" he finally kissed you, it's hungry and all consuming and desperate even though if you bring that up he'll deny it until his last breath

One hand closing around your neck as he pulled you onto his lap, not letting you breathe as he continued kissing you with such deep passion you feel it in your bones

"Stop" you pulled away, catching your breath

"I don't wanna, missed you" he kissed down your neck, biting down on the fading hickeys 

Finally, he paused, resting his head on your chest and looking up at you, "Why did you punish me"

"I didn't, you're dramatic"

"I'm a King, how dare you speak to me like that"

"Yeah, a drama king"

The scoff on his face was bone chilling, yet to you it was incredibly attractive 

You smooth your thumbs over his pink furrowed brows, straightening them out

"I got a surprise for you"

"A surprise? That made you avoid me for three days?" 

"Yes"

"Hmph"

"Has anyone ever told you you're a big grumpy cat?"

"No, for they'd be dead before they finished that sentence"

"Well you're a big grumpy cat"

He groaned, nipping your neck in retaliation, "you're only alive because you amuse me"

"Keep telling yourself that pooks" you peck the tip of his nose, he wrinkled it in disgust

"Alright release me now, I wanna show you your surprise" he grumble as he released you, lower pair of arms lingering on your thighs as you stood up 

You smacked them away, "Behave" 

"Woman, you're pushing your luck" 

"I'll make that ban three weeks" 

That shut him up real quick. The giant man was scoffing quietly 

"Close your eyes"

Sukuna closed his main pair, the lower pair still staring curiously at you

"All of them" 

"Hmph!" Now with four eyes closed, he waited patiently

Turning around, you were completely unaware of the eye that spawned on his palm watching you as you lifted your shirt to show off your new tattoo

A trampstamp of his mark

The eye on his hand widened in awe, then without permission he opened all four eyes and stared lovingly at the new mark just above your behind 

"Open your eyes" you turn to check on him, finding heart eyes on your man

"You were watching the entire time" you accused 

"Yes" he grinned, all four arms finding your hips and pulling you closer to inspect and admire his mark

"Oh, you insane woman" his fingers lingered, hesitant to touch, "You kept me from seeing you for three days because of this?"

"It was healing" you turned to face him

"Weak excuse, I will heal it for you" he used his cursed energy, palm just hovering over your tattoo as he sped up the healing.

You felt a warm heat on your lower back as your lover did his thing

He manhandled you around, touching the tattoo for the first time, "Does it hurt, my love" 

"No" you smiled when you felt him lean in and kissed the tattoo 

"It's almost as perfect as you are" he rasps, letting his tongue poke out to lick the tattoo cause he was a weird fucking freak like that

"Ew"

"Woman I've been inside you"

"So?! This is different, don't lick my tattoo"

"I've eaten your as-"

"OK! SHUT UP NOW"

That gets a rough laugh out of him, he pulls you closer, grabbing your face with two hands and kisses you once again, "You amuse me"

"I love you too, Sukuna"

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a/n: made us speak super poetic sooo try not get caught off guard it just felt fitting, i was in flow state

to let teeth graze the pumping beat of your neck. to let his fingers drag down the rungs. to hold it in fondness than bloodlust.

it was a clear defiance of sukuna’s nature.

he could rip your throat out in a heartbeat if he wanted. tear you apart with his fangs. indulge you in the same carnage he doused empires in.

yet, he handled you like the finest china.

watching you bare your jugular without demand. it challenged his very existence. every village he slaughtered, and every lineage he’d ended.

it was the fact you were letting him decide whether you lived or died at every loving embrace. and it enthralled him.

the moonlight spilled across the wooden veranda, casting the long monstrous shadow of sukuna's four-armed silhouette onto the sliding doors behind.

waves of fog enveloped pruned rose bushes, seeping through tall hedges as you both watched the garden in a seated embrace.

his arms had you imprisoned in love shackles. his large stature caved around you, keeping you warm from the midnight breeze.

he was in the midst of ravishing your neck, nearing the familiar tang of metal when he muttered into your skin.

"wife," he repositioned you between his lap. "stop moving."

your hands slid up to one of his forearms trying to stabilise his rough essence. "ryomen, my robe is silk. you are holding me in such a way i cannot ground myself."

sukuna's arms jerked in the blinding heat, making your efforts to plant your feet on the polished veranda wood useless.

irritated, he growled. his raging lips chased the sweet musk of your neck at your effort to fight the frictionless surface.

"woman. stop moving. my teeth'll catch." he rasped to your ear, a tone with bluffed intimidation.

you also grew irritated at how you couldn't fight the handling of his arms, making you writhe between his seated legs.

the air from your sighing lips was visible in the cold. "hold me softer and i will stay until the stars appear. hold me roughly, and i will head straight to the chambers, leaving you to the lonely moon's gaze."

despite your instruction for soft-handling, you spoke in a tone that fell powerless to the ravenous storm in his mind.

his four arms tightened stubbornly around your frame, forcing a huff out of you. there was no established spectrum of 'soft-handling' for your husband. after all, he only knew strength.

he continued the attack on your already contused neck, dwelling above your pulse for a second longer. his touch was becoming hungrier. you let out a small whine from the sharp sensation of his teeth.

the soft squeal seeped into the breeze and the dark heat inside him only grew with every fastened beat of your pulse.

sukuna's taste buds knew no better syrup than the mixture of saliva and your skin, the hints of metal getting him more drunk than the average commoner at a brewery.

hand-picked court chefs had prepared him all sorts of desserts. reeling puddings from the west, sugar-cane from the south, the thickest honey cultivated from the estate's gardens. none of it had stimulated him.

he only knew to salivate at the sight of your tilted jaw, exposed to the predatory nature of his mouth. and when he'd latch on and taste the well-earned copper... it was a victory within itself.

eventually, he reached said climax, his tongue creating pressure on the bruised area to not waste a single drop of his prized nectar. he had sucked so much blood to your skin's surface, you could practically feel a second heartbeat on the swell.

your head reeled back into the faint heave of his chest, your mewl untethering him. the arms around your body loosened slightly, making your skin feel iced from the loss of contact.

for a brief second, your clear demands to be held again was a muffle. the line between pure destruction and innocent love blurred within his mind. decades of only knowing and giving pain had created a reluctant muscle memory to devour whatever mortal dared to stay in proximity. and the mocking tang of blood in his mouth only acted as a catalyst to these thoughts.

"ryomen!"

his ravening mind honed back to reality.

"i said hold me." you re-draped the silk robes across your exposed collarbones.

he paused for a moment, mind still thrown off equilibrium.

it was only when your soft fingertips poked at his limp arms did he take control of his thoughts.

the lines in his mind sharpened, making his answer clear as day.

and so, with his answer made, two arms snaked around your waist, stacking as if dressing you in an entirely new robe of heat. the other forearm lay resting on your chest, thick enough to cover any skin that was victim to the chilly air.

the final arm lay on your leg, his dense fingers trailing plush to the inner pulse of your thigh's artery. like a moth to a flame, his touch rested.

the faint emergence of stars above stared back at him as he dwelled.

there was with no doubt within his mind that you were the only being capable of moulding him to a such a sappy sentimental man.

not a king, nor a god. a man at your touch.

and the thought did not inherently bother him.

instead, it spread a foreign joy to his rotten heart.

how he enjoyed the warm sensation of your pulses, whether it be under his lips or his fingers, the sensation of you breathing...

simply being alive rather than another cold body at his feet.