♡₊˚ 🦢 Uranus girl ・₊✧🩶.

Ruin or ruin?

sukuna sprawled out on your shared bed, two arms above his head, one across his stomach, and another lied idly on your thigh. his hair was messy, strands all over the place, and a few somehow shaped into bangs over his forehead. his stomach-mouth was open, softly snoring while showing off his large fangs.

and although he looked so comfortable, and the moonlight softly shone through the curtains of your quarters, you took a minute to leave. softly, you moved his large hand off your thigh, placing it close to where you slept instead.

after you’ve quietly retreated to grab a glass of water from the kitchen, sukuna almost immediately woke up from the loss of your touch.

he softly grumbled when he didn’t feel your body warmth, then he grabbed at what he wanted to be you, but instead met with sheets.

a huff escaped him, and he turned onto his side with a groan, half sitting up and using a hand to prop himself up.

“wife..” he called out, mumbling with his natural rough voice, a frown appearing on his face.

and almost as if you could sense how he already missed you dearly, not knowing how long you’d been gone, you slowly creaked the door open, walking in with a glass of water. as you sat it on the nightstand, your heart ached as sukuna blearily stared up at you with half-lidded eyes. he slowly blinked up at you like a cat, and his hair stuck up in many different directions.

some drool escaped the corner of his mouth, and you smiled. he probably didn’t even notice.

finally, you climbed into bed again, softly mumbling, “i know, i’m here,” with a smile as he already began reaching towards you to pull you closer.

your hand found his chest, and you rubbed comforting circles on his tattoos as you left a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. before you could pull away, he softly nudged your head with his, letting out a soft sigh as his hand found your back.

but you reached up, hand finding his hair as you play with it. he pushed his head into your hand, asking for more touch.

“you have bed head hair,” you whispered as his eyes nearly closed.

but he murmured, shaking his head with a pout, “i do not,” he let out a dramatic huff, glaring at you with all four eyes.

“whatever you say, honey,” you mumbled as you looked down at him, hand still running through his hair.

and within seconds, he’s asleep as quickly as he woke up. this time, he’s lulled to sleep by your touch. he’s right where he wants to be, falling asleep every night in the arms of his wife.

ib this art by sukunaglazer23 on twt he’s so adorable oml

OP: If Backrooms Were in China (cr除颚贴，秋多余不是秋刀鱼，波波奶茶)

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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎. ( ♡ 𝙱𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 )

satoru is house hunting after he got down on one knee for you. now, he's looking at all the places in your new home that you could get down on your knees.

꒰ smut :: fantasies :: p in v :: f.oral :: creampie :: lovesick toru ꒱

𝓱𝚄𝚂𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙳!𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚄ᅠ🌷͏͏♡ ͏͏ᅠ𝓯.𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁

While the real estate agent prattled on about the expansive kitchen and how it inspired culinary innovations,

All Satoru could think of was how good you'd look bent over the marble counter.

The engagement ring warmed his hand stuffed in his pocket. Eyes glazed over as he nodded along to the man who tried his damned hardest to catch his interest in this place.

Satoru's already got his checklist.

The kitchen's East facing window would make some good lazy morning memories. Where he could bend you over and stuff his face in your thighs while you adorned in sunlight. His favourite breakfast. Who needed pastries when the sweetest cream trickled down your shaky legs?

The salesman guided him out to the living room. Another window faced the backyard. Satoru observed its diameter.

Your tits would look good squished against the glass.

He smiled at the thought of you whining at him that someone might see, while he pulled your soaked baby blue panties to the side and plunged right in. Stained the pristine glass.

Mm. That got a throb outta him.

The man's words flowed through one ear and drained out the other. Satoru was too preoccupied wondering where he'd put the couch.

Facing away from the front door for sure. So that when you were too lost in your soap operas you wouldn't notice him slipping in. Sneaking behind you. You'd only feel his lips on your neck and his hands squeezing your pretty breasts. Just what he needed after a long day.

He followed the salesman. Paying close attention to the walls. Which would be your favourite for him to press you up against?

The rounding corner from the foyer gave him another card for the element of surprise. The thought of catching you off guard and pushing you up against one of the crooks gave him butterflies.

You'd look so pretty with his hand around your throat and your eyes shocked for a fraction. Before you melted into him in that way you always did.

Up the stairs they went. Satoru tested the railing. Stiff. Perfect for when your bratty side got the better of you. He could press you over it and stuff his fingers into your sweet pussy. Have your squirting cum trickle down the staircase while you drooled over the railing.

"I think my fiancée would have a field day here," he spoke up, loud enough to test the echo.

Oh, he could already hear it. That resounding: "toru! Sato. . . Satorrruuu m'— ohgod. Gonna cum toru." singing through the hallways.

The salesman turned to him with a dazzling, capitalist smile. Blissfully unaware that Satoru was counting the steps between the staircase and the master bedroom.

It was expansive. With an ensuite housing a stunning shower where he could commit sin to you. And a large tub where he could cradle you after a long night of filling you to the brim. Kissing away foam at your shoulders and rubbing out the aches he left in your hips.

But his favourite quirk of the house had to be the balcony extending from the bedroom. A beautiful view of the setting sun and the quiet neighborhood.

Oh it won't be so quiet once he pushed you against that railing on evenings where you'd be in nothing but his shirt. Worship your cunt with his greedy mouth while your thighs squeezed against his ears. As your hands clung to his hair and you trusted that he'd never let you fall.

Your cum would taste good under the moonlight.

How gorgeous you sound. His ring on your finger. His name on your tongue. As he wrapped your legs around him and pummelled your cunt into a creamy, loving mess. Till you clung to him and told him he was yours.

In this place that would be yours. Be his. Where you could watch your kids play from the front porch and he could love you, fuck you, on each, and every surface.

When the salesman turned to him, Satoru looked back with dilated eyes and a wide grin.

"I think I just found our new home."

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/cheriisoda. art cred: @/only_death_only (twt). this was inspired after a convo I had with my darling @kiatheinsomniac <3