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Sleeping with trueform!Sukuna (not like that pervert) is like sleeping with a human(?) heater.

The man loves to hold and cuddle with you which would, on paper be amazing and nice and so so cute but when you're dating a literal curse its the opposite. He grips onto you with all four arms so you can barely move, practically LAYS on top of you so can barely breathe-

its a fun time.

But one thing you must not even attempt to do WHATSOEVER is move from the bed. Even if you need to go piss. Even if you want a glass of water, because that man will legitimately teleport to wherever you are.

For instance, one night you were craving a sweet snack and you couldn't sleep without having one so you ended up in the kitchen.

Obviously.

But while you browsing the cabinets for a snack you felt this giant source of heat at your back.

Instantly, you knew who it was but you made no move to acknowledge it. Maybe if you were still enough he'll just go away-

"Woman." A voice grunts.

You made no move to respond.

"I know you can hear me. It is futile to pretend."

Keeplookingkeeplookingkeeplooking-

Your thoughts are promptly interrupted when you feel yourself being spun around by strong hands.

You're left facing what seems to be a large wall of tattooed muscle, as you look up you see several red eyes glaring at you with no real malice in them.

"Why did you leave our bed. It is late." Sukuna grumbles.

"I was just craving a snack," You reply exasperated, "there was no reason for you to wake up, I wasn't even going to take that long."

"That doesn't matter, I noticed your absence immediately and I don't like it. Return to our chambers at once."

"I will, just gimme a min I really want these cheese puffs." you say finally finding a snack you like. However your joy is promptly interrupted by one of Sukuna's four arms grabbing the jar out of your hands while he grabs you in one of his other arms.

You don't even question his behaviour at this point. It's more effort that its worth and just just want to eat your food and sleep.

Sukuna carries you back to your bedroom before promptly dumping you on the bed and making his way to lay back down to sleep.

"Can I have my cheese puffs now?" you ask.

The only response you get is a grunt and the jar shoved into your arms and an arm wrapped around your waist.

He misses you so bad its not even funny.

A/N: I've been in a sort of writing funk so I've just been writing drabbles atm but I hope to get a oneshot out at some point soon!

Also I was eating cheese puffs the whole time whilst writing this hence that being the food choice

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Only You | Chapter Seven

CW 𝜗𝜚 MDNI, Stalking, Obsessiveness, Controlling Behaviour, Love Bombing, Murder, Fluff, Kidnapping, Smut, Toxic Sukuna, Yandere Sukuna? Readers a sweetie, (Touch her you die… like actually…)

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You were up all night once you got back.

Sukuna spent hours talking your ears off about you moving in, how you’d decorate the place to fit your standard. Anything and everything was discussed. Was it a mistake agreeing to move in with him? Or was it actually good for you? 

The way he behaved when he saw you with Satoru was unsettling. That's something you don’t ever want to witness again.  So it’s better for you to just…

Take it.

Sukuna wasn’t lying when he said he’ll start moving you in the next day. As soon as he woke up, he asked you to give him your landlord's number, even hiring a moving truck. 

He was serious. 

You told your parents, and to no surprise, they were wary. Yes, they were friends with his parents, but they didn’t know him. But once Sukuna spoke with them, charming the pair with his personality, they were happier than ever to let you move in with him. But then again, even if they said “No,” that wouldn’t stop him. 

It took a couple of days to get all your belongings to his place. You even ran into Satoru while lugging a suitcase of your clothes out. Luckily for him, your guard dog was downstairs loading boxes in the truck. It wasn’t the interaction you hoped for, but you expected it. He asked you if he was the reason you were moving away. You told him Sukuna thinks it’s for the best.

He scoffed at that.

“Y/N, I really hope you open your eyes sooner rather than later. He’s taking advantage of you. You’re a gullible, impressionable girl. Whether you want to admit it or not you craves any and every bit of attention you can get. And he gets off on that. I know guys like him.”

His words hurt.

Truly.

But he didn’t deliver them in a spiteful way.

He seemed genuinely worried. 

You don’t get it. What are people seeing that you aren't?

“Thank you. I— I’ll miss you, Satoru.”

His eyes soften, biting the skin on his lip. 

“I’ll miss you, too.”

—

Sukuna spent the whole day giving you a tour of your new home. Once you’re nearing his office, your eyes lock onto a lone door down the corridor. Hmm, you’ve never paid attention to before.

“What‘s in here—.” Your hand threatens to touch the handle.

“No!” Your boyfriend yells, startling you. He storms down the hallway, pulling you away. “Don’t be a nosy brat. Off limits. Got it?” His hand is still gripping your arm.

Your heart pounds out of your chest as he waits for a response.

“Huh?”

“Mhm, yeah, I got it.”

He lets out a deep sigh, dropping your hand, kissing the top of your head. “I’m sorry for scaring you. Just don’t go in here, okay?”

“I promise I won’t go in here.”

The tour continued just fine, but you couldn’t stop thinking about that room. What’s so bad about you going in there? Maybe his man cave or something.

“We can make our room more like you. Add some lighter colours. I know it’s pretty dull here, but now you’re here, we’ll decorate it together, yeah?” He’s beaming, really. He’s felt high since you stepped inside. Handing you your specially cut house key with a cluster of key chains, he knew you’d love. “I have a spare room you can use too, and I can make it a room for you to do all your artwork and stuff!” 

You go to thank him, but he cuts you off before the words can escape your mouth.

“We should go out tonight, celebrate you moving in. We’ll go to that restaurant that serves the lasagna you love.”

You softly smile, nodding your head. He’s excited. You can appreciate that. “Yeah, that sounds good, Kuna.”

His large hands cup your face as he kisses you roughly, yet so passionately. His tongue fights its way into your mouth, causing you to moan. His kisses are addicting, enchanting even.

The moment his lips land on yours, he owns you. 

Your mind

Your body

Your soul. 

All for him. 

“Do you think you’re ready for me, angel?” He asks, intensely scanning your face for any sort of reaction. 

You don’t have one. 

You just pull him in for a kiss. 

What’s the point in waiting? You’re his girlfriend, and not only that, he’s moved you into his place. He’s not going to use you like those other assholes. 

He wants you for you. 

“I’m ready.”

He lays you flat on the sheets, removing any and every article of clothing from you. Kissing every inch of your body, from the tips of your toes to the corners of your eyes. 

Nothing was left untouched. 

Your body is sacred. 

It should be worshiped by him.

Your back arches off the bed when the tips of his fingers brush against your clit, gently stroking your folds. As his fingers slip into your tight cunt, not only do you moan, but he moans with you. Maybe even louder than you. He places your leg onto his shoulder, licking and kissing it as he scrambles to pull out his length, using your wetness as a lube for his aching hard on. Stroking it vigorously as he pulses his fingers in and out of you. 

It isn’t rare for him to act this way when you’re intimate with one another. He loses all composure once he feels you, once he sees you like this. So weak and vulnerable. That’s exactly how he wants to see you. A delicate little flower begging him for anything and everything from him. Needing and wanting him only. 

His fingers move in a “come here” motion, making a wet squelching sound. Your hands grip onto his wrist, pathetically trying to pull him away from you, only prompting him to quicken his pace. Loudening the squelching sound coming from you. Little sprinklets of squirt landed on Sukuna’s strong arm, causing it to sparkle slightly.

 “Mmphh! It’s too mu— fuuck.” 

You bite down on your bottom lip, squealing inside your mouth. Sukuna notices you trying to keep quiet, but he wants you to scream. He wants you to be loud. He wants you to let everyone know who’s making you feel this way. 

“No, no, no, don't do that.” He pries your mouth open, placing two fingers on each side of your molars, holding it open. 

Drool slips from your lips and down the two fingers of his that reside in your mouth as the fingers that are pumping in and out of your cunt are coated with creamy slick.

He looks down, admiring the sight in front of him. “Oh, angel, you wanna cum for me, don’t you?”

“Aahh, uh huh—.” 

Suddenly, Sukuna’s thick fingers are no longer pleasuring you; they’re moving towards his desperate mouth. He rubs his wet fingers across his lips, as if he’s applying a balm.

You whine at his actions.

You watch as he sucks on each finger, one, by one. Moaning at the taste of your sweet nectar on his fingers.

Savouring each second.

“You can’t cum yet. No. Need— need you to cum on my cock.”

He throws his clothes off, hopping on one leg, trying to get his bottoms off. 

Leaning over you, he hooks your legs in between his arms, practically lying on top of you. Your breasts flush against his wide chest. 

You’re trapped. 

He’s not letting you go.

The moment he slid his tip into you, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. His mouth was agape, threatening to let out the raunchiest moan. 

“Oh God,” he cries out. He’s dreamed of this since the moment he set eyes on you. Sukuna is far from disappointed. 

“You’re so ti-ght.”

Your pussy pulsating continuously around the few inches of his tip he’s managed to fit inside of you. 

He’s so big— No. 

Too big. 

Freakishly. 

“You won’t fit Kuna,” you sniffle. His eyes snap towards your cunt and back at you. 

His brows furrowed.

Yeah no. 

No way he “won’t fit.”

He stretches your legs even further while rubbing circles around your sensitive bud. He goes out slowly, then back in again even slower. Easing his way inside of you. “It’s gonna fit.”

Just his tip is enough to make you feel dizzy. 

“Almost in, just… a little bit more—.” 

He smiles. 

He smiles to himself like a psychopath. 

Heaven. 

He’s in Heaven. 

The way your walls welcomed him in. Tightly and warmly hugging his cock. 

Welcoming him home. 

He would go to war for this. 

“Please move, please.” You whimper. 

Hearing you beg like that… makes him want to fuck you like a whore. Pound into you as you beg him to slow down, but he wouldn’t. There’s no way he could if he… fucked you like that…

His hands are in fists, imprinting into the sheets as he does exactly what he was imagining. Fucking you like a whore. Vigorously pounding into you. His heavy balls slapping against your ass.

“Is this what you want?” He pants onto your lips. Your nails are gripping his biceps, leaving red moon shaped scars.

“Slow down—.”

“That’s it. Just like that.”

Your eyes begin to flutter shut as your back rises away from the surface of the bed. 

“No, look at me, angel. What the fuck else should you be looking at?” He groans. “Need you to look at me, angel. Look. At. Me.”

You focus your eyes on him, you sob out a “sorry.”

His tongue slips into your agar mouth, exploring every inch, every crevice.

He moans desperately as he ruts into you deeply. His swollen tip is knocking at your cervix, that’s begging to be filled to the brim. 

“You watch me when I fuck you. You got that?” His fingers pressing your cheeks together, pursing your lips. “Speak.” He spits. 

“Yes, sir.” You pathetically try to say. 

Sukuna lets out a small chuckle, happy at your obedience. 

“I own you now, you got that?” He pants, feeling himself get closer and closer to his release. “Repeat it. Go on.”

You let out a choked sob, “You own me, Sukuna.”

“You’re never leaving me. I’m never letting you go. You understand?”

“I do, I— I understand.”

One hand slithers its way up to your neck, tightly gripping the sides. While the other large hand presses against your lower stomach. 

“You feel me? Right here.” 

You whisper out, “Yes, sir.” His thrusts quicken, his grunts loudened. Chasing the high he’s been craving so desperately for the past 4 months. Your cervix sucking on the tip of his length, over and over and over. 

“I’m cumming Kuna. Puh-lease,” you sob. “Please, lemme cu—.”  The grip he has on your neck tightens, he ruts into you erratically, his pubic hairs rubbing against your clit. You’re pawing at his arms, for him to give you air, but he’s too into his release, loading your womb with his thick cum, maybe getting you pregnant. 

Yeah, his angel. 

The mother of his children. 

His twin girls. 

“You’re not on the pill, are you?” He questions, watching your eyes fail to focus on him. He knows you’re not. You think it’s unfair that women have to go through all these contraceptive methods. So you use condoms, only that. But he didn’t put one on. 

Purposefully. 

Your jaw falls, letting out a silent scream as you squirt all over Sukuna’s torso. His hips stutter. Heaps of his seed drooling into you. The grip he has on your neck loosens as he falls on top of your weak body. You’re coughing and panting for air, when you feel droplets trickling down your neck. 

Is he crying?

”What’s wrong?” You struggle to ask.

“I own you,” he mumbles softly. 

“You what, Sukuna?”

His hands cup your face, bringing you closer to his. 

“I own you now.”

—

He continued to fuck you for hours, begging and pleading you for more. Biting and bruising your whole body. Loading you up with his cum to the point your stomach bulged slightly. You’re not going to be able to go outside for a while. Once you were out cold, he made his way downstairs and down the hall to the lone door. 

You can never come in here.

He’s going to have to get a lock installed.

As he walks through the doors, he’s faced with monitors of cameras that are now around his apartment instead of yours. A chalkboard with your friends' addresses. Your main hangouts. Your university and work schedule.

Everything you can think of, he had in this room. Even down to your used tampons and panties.

Disgusting, yes, but he couldn’t give a shit. He needs to have these little souvenirs of you. It makes him happy.

God forbid a guy has any hobbies. 

“Sukuna?”

Shit.

He quickly turns off the monitors, rushing to shut the door to find you stumbling, rubbing your eyes, looking for him.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurting?” He asks as he makes his way towards you. He scoops you up into his arms, carrying you back upstairs. 

You snuggle into his neck and mumble to him, “Don’t leave me alone, please.” 

“I’m sorry, angel. I had to check on some things. Won’t leave you again.”

He sits you down on the kitchen counter, feeding you two sleeping tablets. They quickly took effect, taking you into a deep slumber.

Once he lays you back down in bed, he begins to stare at your weak form. 

Damn… He really did a number on you.

He runs his fingers along your body, admiring the bite marks and bruises he left on you. He pulls out his phone, snapping pictures of his masterpiece. This is quite literally artwork to him. This should be in a museum. You should be in a museum. He wishes he knew how to make sculptures, just so he could spend hours making millions of statues of you. 

It shouldn’t be, but fuck, his dick is rock hard right now. He looms over you, rubbing at his crotch while you take deep sighs. It’s just like the first time you slept over, but now you live here, you’re dating, you’ll be married soon. 

Hmm…

He should buy a ring, right?

He’ll go look around when you start work again.

Work.

He doesn’t want you to work anymore. You don’t need to. Not only is he and his family rich, but so is yours. What the fuck is the reasoning behind you working. You deserve to lounge around with a charcuterie board, waiting for him to come home. Getting your nails done, going shopping. That’s what you should be doing, not working with snotty little brats three times a week.

Yuji included. 

He jumps into bed, pulling you on top of him, snuggling his nose into your hair. His life is perfect right now. Nothing and no one can take this away from him. 

—

The summer holidays have ended, meaning it’s time for you to get back to work. You’ve missed going to work. You missed your colleagues, the kids, the bus ride to work. However, Sukuna is insisting on driving you there now. 

“You’re a pretty, ditsy girl; someone is bound to take advantage of you. Not happening. I can take you to work before I go.” 

You didn’t argue with him; there was no point. If Sukuna says you shouldn’t do something, you listen. What he says goes. You believe he’s always right anyway, so what’s the point in bickering? 

You convinced him to at least pick up Yuji on the way, too. Though he was very much so against that idea, he still gave in eventually. 

“I need to book an appointment with my doctor, Kuna.”

He scans your body, wondering what could be wrong with you. You seem fine, so what’s the issue? 

“Why? What’s wrong with you? You look fine to me.”

“I am fine. I just think I should be on the pill for now. I do hate those things, but I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to get pregnant right now, don't you think? And you clearly have no desire in using condoms,” you laugh, waiting for him to laugh with you, but he doesn’t. 

He’s mad at you. You absolutely despise when he’s mad at you. He looks evil. You don’t want to say that about the man you love, but he genuinely looks evil when he’s mad.

Your throat begins to close as you panic within yourself. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You softly mumble. 

He looks at you like you’re the stupidest person he’s ever met. 

“So, you think I’m forcing you to do this? You don’t need to be on the pill. I told you I’ll pull out. Do you think I’m filthy? I don’t sleep around like you.” 

“What? Why— I never slept around, Sukuna, you know that.” You’re still quiet. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think that would make you upset.”

“Oh, really? How many times have I told you no, and you keep pushing it? Were you gonna go behind my back?”

“What? No. I–.”

“I thought you promised me you’d tell me everything. Have I done something wrong?”

“No, nothing, you’ve done nothing. I won’t do it. I’m sorry. You asked me not to, and I-I was still pestering you about it. You’ve done nothing, Kuna.” You grab his hand, kissing its back, when Yuji opens the car door and greets the two of you. 

“Miss Flutter, why are you crying?” The young boy asks. 

You didn’t even realise you were until he mentioned it. You quickly wipe away the wetness from your cheeks, telling the boy it was nothing. Happy tears, because you’re glad to see him. Yuji's cheeks go bright red, while he giggles to himself. 

Once you make it to your workplace, he drops the two of you off at the front door as if he’s your dad dropping you off on your very first day of school, sloppily kissing your lips in front of your co-workers. He’s marking himself on you. He has something to prove, but there’s no reason for it. You’re his, you’ve made that very clear to him, but he’s still so… paranoid?

Insecure?

Both?

“Don’t be late when I come get you, alright?”

“Mhm, yeah. 3 o’clock sharp.” You promise him. “Oh, umm, I was hoping to see Himi later today. Could she come over? Or I can just go to her p–.”

“No, she can come over.” He doesn’t want you out of his sight. Works a stretch, but he’ll figure out a way for you to quit. You said you want to stay for another year. Hell no, are you doing that. Give him a month or two and you’ll be handing in your resignation.

Without a doubt.

“I’ll keep out of your way, I know you’ll want to have your little… girl talks.” He says in a flat tone. “I’ll stay in my office or something, leave you alone.”

“No, you can hang out with us. I want you two to get along, Sukuna, really. She’ll be my maid of honour at our wedding. The Godmother of our kids.” You blush slightly, unable to look your boyfriend in the eyes. Thinking about the first time you made love with him. It felt so magical, but it also felt like he hated you. And you loved it.

Yuji interrupts your daydream, “Miss Flutter, c’mon, everyone’s waiting for you.” 

Cutie.                                                                                                        Brat.

–

“3 o’clock sharp.” You said, yet you and Yuji are 6 minutes and 27 seconds late… And counting. Another thing you should work on. Your concept of time. He’ll even work on it with you.

Five more minutes go by, and you’re finally walking out with Yuji and– Megumi? Oh, great. Two snotty nosed brats, riding in his car for half an hour. 

“I’m sorry, Toji called saying he couldn’t get Megumi, so he’s gonna stay at Jin’s for a bit.” Yuji quickly chimes in, “I wanna go to your house, Suku.” 

Sukuna grimaces. Hell no. Himiko, plus two toddlers? 

Not happening.

“No.”

“Oh, Kuna, only for a little while. He said he won’t be long, ask him.”

“I know him, he can’t even read a 24 hour clock.”

You chuckle at his statement, playfully shoving his shoulder. “I’ll take care of them until he gets here. I’ll make sure they don’t bother you one bit while you work. Himiko, too, but you have to say hello, please.” You flutter your lashes, 

“Fine,” he says. “But you’ll make it up to me later.”

“Do I have a choice? You’re obsessed with me.” You lean into your seat, eyeing him up as he does the same. 

“You’re damn right I’m obsessed with you.”

If only you knew the extent of his obsession. You’d run the other way. 

If you saw the pictures, the cameras, the panties.

The room down the hall.

The two people he killed for you?

You would hate him.

You stayed in the living room with the kids while Sukuna finished some work before your… friend arrived. You were right, you were all quiet for the most part, but one kiss from you and he shut his ass up hiding back in his office. He came out once Toji arrived, greeting his friend acquaintance. 

“Can’t believe you got her to move in so soon,” he hushily says, dapping up Sukuna. “Gotta teach me your ways.”

Sukuna eyes Toji, telling him, “It’s all down to the girl, I didn’t force her, she just obeys. She’s a good girl, obedient.”

“Making her sound like a dog dude.”

“Shut up.”

He hears your feet running up to him and Toji. “Sukuna, she’s coming up. Are you gonna be nice?”

“Yeah, what’d I tell you?”

“I know, I know. You should let her in.”

Sukuna’s eyes twitch. 

He stares at you, and you stare back. 

“…”

Oh, you’re being serious, okay. 

He walks towards the front door as Himiko continues to knock on it. He hesitates to open it, messing with the door handle and pouting at you. 

You stand up from where you’re sitting, furrowing your brow at your boyfriend. “Sukuna, open the door.” You say, crossing your arms. 

He sighs, hopefully loud enough for Himiko to hear, and he slowly opens the door, but Himiko slams it, thinking you’re on the other side, almost jumping into his arms. 

“Oh… hi.” She says, toning down her excitement. 

“Hi.”

The two of them turn to you as if they need you to tell them what to do next. You say nothing, slowly blinking.

Himiko lets out a dramatic sigh. “You have a nice place, Sukuna; it suits you.” She walks around, judging every detail in his penthouse in her head. Once she gets to you, she whispers in your ear, “You should change up the place.”

“Don’t worry, he said I could.”

“Can I come?”

“Will you and Sukuna play nice?”

“...”

“Okay! This is Toji, Himiko, and this is his son Megumi, and this is Yuji, Sukuna’s nephew.”

She says her hellos before wanting to take you away so she can have you to herself. As per usual. Sukuna doesn’t like sharing you, and Himiko doesn’t. Honestly, if they spoke to one another, they’d get along well. 

“Can I steal her for a bit?”

No.

“Go ahead,” he condescendingly smiles. 

Once you and Himiko disappear, Toji speaks up about the awkwardness between Sukuna and Himiko.

“What’s your deal with her?”

“She’s in love with her. Like actually in love with her. Am I supposed to be okay with that? And somehow my girlfriend can’t put two and two together and figure it out.”

“Maybe she knows, but she doesn’t care,” Toji adds.

“No, she doesn’t know. Her awareness is terrible. I’m surprised she’s survived this long without me around.”

Toji laughs at that.

“What’s funny?” Sukuna's face turns into a scowl.

“You think you’re her protector or somethin’? Her knight in shining armour?”

Sukuna stays silent. Clearly, he doesn’t get it. He hasn’t been in love for eons. So, he has no right to judge his relationship with you.

“Whatever,” he mumbles. 

You run upstairs like little girls at a sleepover, giggling to yourselves excitedly.

“I miss your old place,” Himiko tells you, jumping face first into your bed.

You copy her actions, lying next to her face to face.

“Me too, but I love being with Sukuna 24/7.” You smile to yourself a little. Happy with how life has been going for you right now. But she looks… not mad or sad… concerned?

“What’s wrong?” you ask, pushing hair out of her face.

“Nothing, I— I’m just worried about you.” 

“There’s no need, Himi, he’s taking care of me, I promise.”

Himiko's hand ends up on your cheek, caressing it gently; she continues to caress it while scanning your face. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N… He doesn’t deserve all this.” 

You roll your eyes, but smile. There she is. 

“Oh, yeah? Who does, you?” You jokingly say. 

She wants to say yes, God, she wants to. But you’ll either freak out or laugh at her. So, she keeps quiet. Just like she has been for the years she’s known you. “Are you cooking dinner?”

“No, Sukuna is! He’s a really good cook, trust me, you’ll love it. Maybe then you’ll like him.” You tease, as you drag her back to everyone else.

Once you make it downstairs, you realise it’s just Sukuna sitting alone watching TV. Everyone’s gone.

“Oh, Kuna, I thought everyone would stay for dinner. We weren’t away for that long, were we?”

Sukuna leans back to look at you with Himiko’s hand in yours. He looks disgusted, but luckily, he always looks like that, so there’s no telling how he’s feeling.

“You were gone for like two hours,” he tells you. “Are you hungry?” 

“Mhm, I’m starving. Himiko’s excited to try your food.”

Himiko looks at you with wide eyes, shoving her elbow into your arm. You do the same back, as if you're speaking in code. 

“I-yeah, I’m excited to try. Maybe I can… learn from you.” Both their eyes immediately squint at one another, challenging to see who can fake being friendlier. 

All for your sake.

…

He cooked.

She didn’t learn shit. 

She stood idly by, watching the two of you be lovey dovey in her face. 

Made her sick. 

And Sukuna most definitely made sure to be extra loud when kissing you. Making a loud smacking noise after every kiss. Smacking your ass everytime you walked past him. “Whispering” provocative things in your ear.

Yeah.

Let’s just say dinner was extremely awkward for her. She was expeditiously quick to leave afterwards.

As soon as Himiko’s foot stepped out the door, Sukuna was on you.

“Did you forget?”

You tilt your head like a confused puppy, “Forget what?” 

Goldfish.

He drags you to your shared room, pinning you to the wall.

“I told you you’ll owe me later, didn’t I?” His large hand grabs your face.

Oh, right. 

In the car this morning.

You nod your head, waiting for him to speak again, not wanting to cut him off. 

“Get on your knees.” 

You immediately drop down to the floor, waiting for your next command. He doesn’t say anything yet, he’s just admiring you. Caressing your cheeks, your lips. Everything. 

“You’re so beautiful.”

Your mouth drops, ready to speak, but his thick fingers slip into your mouth. 

“Suck.”

You oblige. 

You wrap your lips around his fingers, wetting them generously. 

He pushes them deeper, further back, causing you to gag and moan. His tongue peaks out slightly, wetting his lips as he continues to admire you. 

“Touch yourself.”

You. Oblige. 

Pushing your fingers into your panties, while he’s slowly fucking your mouth with his fingers. 

“Yeahhh, just like that, baby.” Tears slowly seep from your eyes, and he lets out a small airy laugh, taking his fingers out from your mouth, rubbing the wetness along your lips. 

“Keep touching yourself, don’t stop.” Your fingers easily slip into your wet pussy, “Mmmm,” your breathing is heavy, as you pump your fingers in and out, but it’s not enough. “Please, ‘wan your fingers, Kuna,” you beg. 

“You need me, baby?” 

“Mhm, yes, please, please, I need you.” You stutter. 

Exactly what he wants to hear. 

Exactly what you’re supposed to say. 

Exactly how you’re supposed to act. 

Obedient. 

“You need to make me feel good too, no? Do I not deserve to feel good?”

“You do,” you say, with a sparkle in your eyes.

His thumb messes with your bottom lip, “Open. Wide. Say ahh,“ he orders you. 

You follow his actions, making an ‘ahh’ noise, dropping your jaw. He taps the tip of his cock on your tongue, letting the precum trickle down onto your buds. He tastes sweet, you think to yourself, before he shoves his incredibly long length down your throat. 

He has both his hands placed on the side of your head as he fucks your throat raw. Your nails claw at his thighs, while the sound of your gagging echoes through the room. The more noise you make, the faster he fucks your thorat. 

“Come on baby, you can— fuck. You can take it. You’re my good girl.”

He drags you closer to the bed, sitting down grabbing the back of your head forcefully pushing his cock further down. 

“Breathe through your nose, angel, calm down.” He doesn’t let you up, still holding you in place. “Relax your throat.”

Breathe through your nose. 

Breathe through your nose. 

Just breathe.

“That’s it, oohh, you’re so good to me. Lemme use you. Let me use your throat.”

He picks you up, placing you on the bed, with your head dangling on the edge. You’re like a rag doll to him. He just wants to pick you up and throw you around. He doesn’t need to tell you to open your mouth; you just lock eyes with your boyfriend, hanging your tongue out of your mouth. 

“Tap my thigh if it’s too much, alright?

“Uh huh.”

He slowly pushes himself into your mouth, feeling the bulge residing in your throat. He leans over you, holding onto your ass. Almost instanly, his mouth is wrapped around your pussy. While he fucks into your throat, rougher than before. You’re both moaning and groaning on your groins, making the pleasure even more intense. You’re clawing at his thighs while he’s crying into your pussy. Your legs wrap around his neck, making it easier for you to grind on his tongue, but you also made it easier for him to shove his fat tongue deep inside of you.

Your nails dug deeper and deeper and deeper into him, causing blood to slide down his legs. You want to tell him you’re cumming, but you can’t.

Obviously.

But he can feel it.

All of it on his tongue.

The way you're pulsating around him, he knows. And God is he excited for it.

He wants to say something to you, but he doesn’t want to disrupt your high. You’re both on the same path, he’s going to cum with you, but you’re only a few seconds ahead, arching your back into him. He wrap his whole mouth over your pussy taking everything.

Not a drop missed. 

How could he?

He pulls himself out of you, quickly jerking his cock finishing all over your face.

How beautiful are you?

A masterpiece.

“Can I take a picture?” He asks you, heavily breathing, attempting to catch his breath. 

You go to say yes, but you can’t. 

He fucked your throat raw.

“Mhm,” you croakily let out.

“I’ll get you some tea. I got carried away.”

“It's okay,” you whisper. You go to get up, but he tells you to stay like that for the picture. 

“Pose for me a lil, yeah?”

He spends 30 minutes snapping photos of you in your current state. You think they’re just going to stay on his phone, which is true, yes. But, they’ll also reside in an album he has of you. 

His special album, in his special room.

“Let's get you cleaned up. You’re not going to work for the rest of the week.”

𝜗𝜚 Authors Note: I just wanted to say (and I'm writing this before even finishing the chapter.) When Sukuna cries, it's not because he's sad, it's because he's so unhealthy obsessed with reader he doesn't know how to control himself so he just cries. Maybe tears of frustration? okay i’m back! i’m still writing while writing the chapter but it made me giggle. so i’m british and i dont know if in america you guys use the word bellend and i was gonna say bellend instead of tip for the last scene but like i started laughing to myself. GUYS I SWEAR IM NOT CRAZY. i just crack myself up sometimes-_-

Okay now here’s a not not when i’ve actually finished! This the longest smut ive ever written! gosh, ill try make the upcoming chapters longer too! but i hope you enjoyed the smut :p um, i think that’s all i have to say. i’ll probably take longer for the next chapter cause i liked that i took my time with this one! love you! ♡

𝜗𝜚 Chapter Six | Chapter Eight

[dennete]

IXISLWKUDKXNS SPOOOO CUTEEE

stepping into the comfort of your home, nanami is met with a shrill cry from his four year old.

following her cry, he rushes to your room, mind cascading with the absolute worst scenarios he could walk into.

and upon opening the door, he’s met with a rather unusual atmosphere.

you sit leaning against the headboard, a smile on display whereas your daughter is crouched by the foot of the bed, a photo in hand while sobbing uncontrollably.

confusion etches a puzzled look onto his face and he steps into the room ‘hey..? what’s going on’ he asks, loosening his tie just in time for him to catch his daughter as she runs up to him.

leaning down, he picks her and plants a small kiss onto her hairline, her small body shaking with each sob.

he hates seeing his girl cry like this.

his hands stroke her back in hopes to calm her down ‘hi angel girl, why’re you crying hmm?’ he asks.

he feels her nod a “no” into his neck.

the cries still continue and he looks to you for help. a sigh leaves your lips ‘i was showing her our wedding photos and she started crying because she wasn’t invited’ you try to hide your grimace, because in all honesty, this situation was hilarious.

‘oh’ kento says, a small smile on his face as he turns your daughter’s face towards him ‘sweet girl can you look at me? please?’ he murmurs.

his little girl lifts her head from his neck, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand ‘why was i not invited?’ she asks, her doe eyes starting to fill with tears once again.

chuckling at this, kento pats down her hair and smiles at her ‘you weren’t born yet angel, otherwise you know for sure you would’ve been there’

this seems to have consoled her a tad bit ‘really?’ she asks.

‘really’ he confirms, placing a kiss onto her cheek as he places her back on the bed, her sobs coming to an abrupt stop.

your girl has this thing where she’ll listen to anything and everything kento says. if her dad says it, it must be true.

she goes back to looking through the albums, cheeks still a bit damp and red from all that crying.

you scoff at this ‘i told her the same thing at least a 50 times, but no, she only take your word’ you get up from the bed, walking over to him.

he pulls you in by the waist, pressing his forehead against yours ‘well, then this concludes our last week’s discussion on who her favourite is’ he smirks.

‘hmph, yeah okay’ you roll your eyes, as you feel him plant a kiss to your temple.

and suddenly-

‘you went to school together!? without me!?’ your daughter shrieks and her lips wobble, now looking at your and kento’s high school album.

oh shucks.

(rblogs are appreciated but this is not proofread so do w that info what you will🤟🏼)

[dennete]

୨୧ its your first time sucking his dick, and fuck. its a struggle. mlist

not your fault. his cock is big, thick and wide, stretching your lips as you try to take him deeper, your tongue swirling tentative around the tip.

“sweetheart,” he murmurs. “you’re doing good, take your time.” he’s trying to be gentle, to be a generous husband you love.

but you can see the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers twitch at his sides, he’s fighting not to grab you, not to slam the back of your head deeper.

you hum around him, trying again, lips sliding down a bit further, tongue flattening against the vein, you glance up, catching his gaze, and fuck, he looks wrecked, his adam’s parted, breaths short. “fuck,” he breathes, low and gritty, his hand hovering near your hair but pulling back.

“you’re— you’re trying so hard, aren’t you?” his voice has that cheeky lilt, teasing but warm, and it makes you want to do better, even as your jaw aches.

you pull off, panting, a string of spit connecting your lips to his tip. “it’s… a lot.” you admit, voice soft, cheeks flushed.

“you’re too big, kento.” he chuckles. “can’t help that, sweetheart.” he cups your cheek, thumb brushing your lip.

“don’t push yourself. im good.” but he’s not. you can see it, the way his cock twitches, the tight flex of his abs, the way his hand clenches like he’s holding back a beast.

he wants to fuck your throat, to grab your hair and force you deeper, but he won’t, not yet, not with you looking so earnest and new to this.

“c'mon,” you say, voice a little bolder, leaning back in. “i wanna make you feel good.” you take him again, sucking harder, trying to bob deeper, but you gag, eyes watering as you pull back.

“goddamn,” he groans, his control slipping, hand finally landing in your hair, not pulling, just resting there. “keep goin’ like that, and im gonna—fuck, im tryin’ not to…”

you look up, meeting his eyes, and push further, lips stretching, throat burning, he moans, his fingers twitching in your hair, the urge to slam you down so clear it’s practically screaming.

“sweetheart,” he warns, voice tight, “you gotta ease up, or I’m gonna lose it.” you hum, the vibration making him hiss, and keep going, sloppy and eager, tears streaking your cheeks.

“i don’t wanna hurt you, but—shit.” he pulls you off gently, panting, his cock glistening from your efforts. “c’mere.” you climb into his lap, breathless, and he kisses you, deep and slow, tasting himself on your lips.

© 𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐪𝐩𝐮𝐟𝐟 | do not copy, plagiarize or translate any of my works.

[dennete]

It’s his day off. 🦆

[dennete]

bully!Sukuna x nerdy!reader | PT.1

slow burn, school AU, heavy tension

Your day had been uneventful - until it wasn't.

You had exactly three minutes before your next class, and you were digging in your bag for a flash drive you swore you hadn’t lost when a familiar shadow loomed over your locker.

“Looking for your sanity?” Sukuna’s voice curled like smoke behind your ear.

You stiffened, slowly straightening to face him. “Don’t you have someone else to terrorize? Maybe a mirror?”

He clicked his tongue, leaning against the locker beside yours like he owned the hallway. "Cute. You’ve been practicing your comebacks in front of the bathroom mirror, huh?"

“I wouldn’t waste my time thinking about you.”

That earned a bark of laughter. “Liar.” His gaze drifted down to your tote bag, his smile sharpening. “You dropped something.”

You followed his gaze - your flash drive had fallen to the floor.

Before you could grab it, he crouched low and picked it up, twirling it between his fingers. “Should I be a good little classmate and give this back, or…?”

You snatched for it.

He lifted it again.

Of course.

“Sukuna.”

“I just wanna know what’s on it.” He grinned, turning it over in his hand. “Your manifesto? Maybe more of those little love notes to math?”

“Give. It. Back.”

“Say plea—”

You reached into your pocket and pulled out his lighter.

The expensive one with the black finish and the scratched bottom - the one he always fidgeted with but had apparently forgotten on your desk when he cornered you earlier in the week.

You held it up between two fingers, your own smug little smile forming.

“Trade?” you offered sweetly.

His eyes narrowed the way someone’s might when a chessboard gets flipped mid-game.

For a beat, he said nothing. Then, with a quiet scoff and a curve of his lips that almost looked impressed, he extended your flash drive.

You made the exchange, metal brushing metal.

“Didn’t think you had it in you,” he muttered as you walked away, your flash drive safely in hand.

You didn’t look back, but you knew he was still watching.

Score:

You – 1.

Sukuna – 0.

[dennete]

cat dad kento 🐈

[dennete]

👅👅👅

Craved for some cowboy Nanami so I cooked one 😋.

Ps. Still have 1 slot left for May comms!

[dennete]

sukuna is most definitely the type of guy to have a girlfriend who forces him to colour with her on picnic dates. he looks at you questionably when you pull out your colouring book and some coloured markers while you smile up at him.

“don’t look at me like that, i’m not doing that childish shit with you.”, he’ll gruff.

but it doesn’t take any longer than ten seconds before he’s giving into you, rolling his eyes as he says, “fine. pass me a pen then.”

he tries his absolute best to not colour past the lines too, biting his bottom lip in concentration as he colours in a brown bear. it’s the cutest thing ever - he’s laying on his front with his legs slightly swinging in the air. he’s getting weird looks from the kids at the park who see some scarily muscular man covered in tattoos colouring with his sweet girlfriend, in a not so manly position.

he pays it no attention, too focused on his very important task at hand. and afterwards, he’s holding it up with a smug smile, waiting for your praise.

“you did so good, baby!”, you smile.

he’d colour with you everyday as long as hears that.

[dennete]

❥ tied him down to my queen bed!

“fuuuck, baby—”

never in toji fushiguro’s thirty-eight years of living has he let himself get tied up. not during jobs, always too quick and nimble to even let them get close, nor when he was sleeping around. he was always on top, always the one tying them down and fucking them silly.

yet here he is, thick wrists and ankles bound to the posts of your bedframe, legs spread just for you. he can’t help it, not when you’re bouncing on his dick like a see-saw, a repetitive up and down that has those lightning veins dragging through your gooey insides.

“mmmgh, s-shit,” he moans, and it teeters off into a breathy chuckle, practically drowning in feigned confidence. even now, toji still wants to save face with that wobbly smirk on his face, though you definitely know better.

god, he feels like a teenager again, balls heavy and aching cock sensitive to every slight flutter and suctioning clamp of your sweet pussy. it’s like you’ve cast a spell on him, made him weak to your soft touches, the gentle bat of your long lashes, the feeling of your reverent lips peppering his face in endless kisses whenever he returns from a job.

that’s precisely how he ended up like this, tied down to your bed with just a small pout of your glossy lips and a few low, choice words whispered into his ear that’d had his pants instantly growing tight.

it hasn’t even been ten minutes, and toji’s ready to cum. you see it in the way his eyes keep fluttering like he’s having to fight the urge to let them roll back, how his hips don’t stop bucking up into you, shoving his dick in deep enough to create that perfect, cylindrical bulge in your tummy that has him drooling with endless moans and barely bitten off whimpers.

“c’mon, doll, un... mmf— untie me.” his hands flex, testing the barely sufficient restraints. “lemme f-fuck you right. that’s what ya want, y-yeah? jus’ untie me, baby, hah—”

you shake your head, hands on his chest as you up your pace, a familiar pressure building low in your spine. “you p-promised, toji.”

he did promise, he knows that, and he hates breaking them, but with the way you’re now swiveling your hips in torturous figure-eights, snug cunt milking him for all he’s worth, he is genuinely not gonna last.

“baby, pleaseee? you feel s-so fucking good, toji, god—” your voice is as sweet as ever, making the thick walls around toji’s mind melt into goopy, lovesick puddles and his balls draw up tight.

he doesn’t mean to cum before you, honest, but when you’re talking to him like that and riding him so good, he can’t help but pump thick, hot ropes of cum right into your womb, jaw slack for a long, whiny groan.

you don’t even get the chance to process the tears in his eyes before the ropes snap, two big hands coming down on your waist and flipping you right onto your back.

“toji, hnngh, wait—!”

your boyfriend just gives a rough shake of his head, the ropes sliding free from his wrists and ankles as he hikes your legs around his waist. his dark fringe falls in front of his face, and, for a foolish moment, you think he’s going to listen.

but toji has never been good at being submissive for long, even with you.

with a rough snap of his hips, he slams home, pushing that previous load of cum even deeper. “n-nah. ‘s my turn now.”

[dennete]

pretty privilege

ღ heian sukuna x female! reader. lovey-dovey smut lowkey?? mdni please please. slave/pet vibes kind of, manhandling, power play, kidnapping, free use, surprisingly softer sex, mild choking, collar.

ღღღ --

sukuna never saw much value for women. he would much rather completely annihilate a village instead of keeping a whining bitch by his side. sukuna likes his space, honestly, and would much rather take over kingdoms in peace than figure out a woman. his dick getting wet comes second to his ability to destroy with his sheer power.

well, except for the case of you. he found you picking vibrant flowers close to a town he had just decimated a couple of hours ago, your pastel pink kimono in sharp contrast to the red blood that splattered over his mostly bare body. he'll never forget the way your eyes widened first in concern, not fear, confused as to why you weren't immediately begging for your life or attempting to run away.

sukuna knew he was going to take you within seconds of making eye contact with you.

you quickly became his little fuck toy he would come back home to in between his missions. right before a conquering. right after he slaughtered thousands of people. the warmth of your pussy became something he yearned, a safe place for him to lose himself to. he'd never admit it, of course, and would rather you believe that you were just a creature for his dick to go into with a tight grip around your throat.

and in most ways, you were just a slave to him. he preferred to dress you up like a doll in pastel clothing that barely covered anything of yours modestly, jeweled up in whatever gold he had the careless foresight to keep. he enjoyed the way your tits would move freely from just walking barefoot on his marble floors. he liked being able to slap your bare ass, despite being surrounded by pathetic servants who would scurry away in fear behind him. the collar resting by your throat was a sharp reminder of his power over you.

sex with him was constant. he was, in fact, a curse, with no end to his inhumane stamina. your time mostly involved him being physically inside of you, or sleeping, since there was very little else you could literally do. sukuna would even make you feed yourself and him while sitting on top of his cock, reveling in the way your tiny arms would shake as you struggled to accommodate for his girth deep inside of you. sometimes he'd even shift his hips with a vicious smirk to his lips, hoping you would drop a piece of food to the ground so that he could shove your face down and make you eat it.

being with sukuna was always all-consuming and rough, and there was nothing much your pretty head could really worry about other than the large cock that would bully its way into places you didn't know existed. every night without fail he would split you open on his dick, growing even harder at your soft whimpers and stupidly gentle touches. no matter what sukuna did to you, you would always be so gentle. if he was fucking into you with the hardest pace he thought you could handle in missionary, his hands holding your legs as far apart as they could go, your soft hands would hold onto his biceps with the most delicate grip. everything you did, from the way you gazed upon him to the way you touched him was so tender, in sharp contrast to the way he expected you to. there was just never any malice or anger you carried within you, seemingly simply content with the way you lived. granted, sukuna did end up inadvertently spoiling you with the richest of fabrics and foods, but he just didn't understand you.

his favorite part of the night soon became after sex. he would carry your limpless, sometimes even unconscious body, to his shallow backyard hot spring, placing you in the water on top of him. he would let you rest your head on his shoulder, chest to chest, until you gathered your breath. and once you woke, he relished how your eyes would take a second to focus on him, enjoying the way your arms rested on his shoulders even though his arms lay outstretched by the lagoon border. like he didn't need to force you to look up at him or touch him so lovingly. as if he wasn't a psychotic serial killer who enjoyed murdering people on the daily.

you would grab the cleansing cloth behind his head and lather it with soap, softly rubbing his body in close circles to wash the sweat off of him. sukuna found it cute how you would bashfully avoid his eye contact even though you were sitting in his lap, millimeters away from his dick that could only ever remain upright at the mere thought of you. and when you discovered his rock hard cock, you would look up to him for permission, and would be met with a gaze so stoically intense you could barely decipher. a whirlwind of emotions you didn't once think sukuna was capable of. with the slightest nod of his head, you would start to put his cock back inside of you, holding the large expanse of his shoulders for your comfort as you stretched around him.

sukuna would watch you with hooded eyes as you lowered yourself without any of his help or guidance, in contrast to his normal domineering character that would drag your body into the positions he wanted you in. the soft moonlight would fall onto your whimpering face, and sukuna could do nothing but admire the one person who never begged him for their life, and would do anything he demanded in a heartbeat. he liked seeing the scrunch of your nose as you struggled to get accustomed to his shape even though he has been in your body thousands of times before, and the sparse freckles across your face he traced softly when you were sleeping without your knowledge.

and when he bottomed out, and your lips peppered small kisses around his face in gratitude for the lack of his usual roughness, sukuna believed this was the closest to love he would ever truly get to.

ღ SOFT KUNA AYEEE how do we feel hehe

[dennete]

I can’t stop thinking about Obsessive Ex Boyfriend!Sukuna. You and him were together since highschool, which shocked people, but at the same time they kinda get it. Sukuna was your typical asshole, and you were a spoiled high maintenance princess. Oh don’t get me wrong though, you weren’t just all bark, you were all BITE too. Top of the class and excelled at sports (well it was passable). But the same also applies to Sukuna, both of you fighting for the top spot in academics (you always won) and sports (he always won). You guys were such an oddly cute couple, always bickering.

“Kuna go get me some snacks in the cafeteria please!”

“Damn brat go do it yourself!” *still proceeds to go buy you snacks without hesitation*

But you guys weren’t always bickering, behind closed doors he secretly LOVED being babied. You guys usually have cuddle dates in his room with his door locked (he learned to lock the door after his baby brother Yuji suddenly entered to borrow his switch)

You would lay on your back with him on top of you, burying his face on your neck.

“I love you so much, who’s my good boy?”

“I am.. ‘love you..”

You would let your hands play with his hair and caress his back, and he feels like he’s literally melting. He’d be damned if anyone else saw him like this, he’d rather die.

Now here’s where it gets tricky, you guys graduated highschool and are now off to college, unfortunately you guys are going to different colleges (which you both had a fight about) but are still in the same city.

The little bickerings became actual fights, not caring where you guys were (yours and Sukuna’s poor friends are traumatized).

But extreme lows comes with extreme highs, when you guys made up or behind closed doors, you and Sukuna act as if a fight never happened.

“I love you so much baby” Sukuna always makes promises of undying love, in hopes that you would understand that even though you guys fought a lot, his love for you will never change.

But then after one fight (shhh i might make a fic about this if yall want) you broke up with him.

His world was shattered. But being who he was, his pride was too high to give in (or at least in the outside)

He would pretend that he was fine when clearly… the voice messages he sends you at night says otherwise.

“Ha! Yeah, I don’t really give a shit anymore, ‘m too busy getting fucked over by exams anyway.”

“Hey baby, please can we talk? I really miss you and I’m sorry please, give me one chance please, I love you”

“Yoo bro, you okay? You’re pretty wasted” Gojo says as he tries to take Sukuna’s drink in his hand. “Fuck off, ‘m fine..” Obviously he’s not, he had way too many shots even for someone who had high tolerance, the lights of the bar was making him dizzy, and his empty notifications despite his numerous voice and text messages to you were starting to make his eyes blur with tears. Gojo saw this and threw their other friend, Geto, a look.

They both had a hard time trying to haul Sukuna in Gojo’s car, with Sukuna deadass crying talking about I need her back, she can’t do this to me, we aren’t over, I love her. He kept yelling too, about bringing him to your place instead of his. So they called you and you agreed to have him over because its dangerous for him to be alone in his state (totally not just because you miss him, and lowkey want to see him wasted and crying lol)

They brought him to your unit and left telling you to call them if you need help with anything. The moment the doors closed Sukuna hugged you tightly. “Please..please come back to me.. make me yours again please.. I-I love you please ‘m sorry..” He was literally sobbing on your shoulder, with you patting his back.

“Okayy big guy let’s go to bed” You did your best to clean him up and you both laid on your bed, with you staring at the ceiling and him staring at you.

“Are we back together?” You laugh and looked at him “Hmmm… I’ll think about it, maybe if you beg me in the morning.” Sukuna’s eyes teared up a bit and he smiled. “Can we cuddle for tonight?” You can sense how careful he is with his words, it would be very out of character for other people, but you, and only you, knew that this is how he always was. “ Of course, c’mere.”

Sukuna hurriedly wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face beneath yours. He tangled his legs with yours and took a long breath. It smelled like home. He is home, and tomorrow everything will be okay again.

a/n: idk what this is lol i really just needed to get it out of my system 😩 want to write more about this dynamic, the asshole x spoiled brat type shi, like finally someone rivals the energy of the asshole 😩 and also this might be insanely ooc but its ok bc its fun 😚 and also this is just how he is with reader! (totally not just an excuse)