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babycakebo · 1 month ago

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a case of bad boy-itis / sukuna fic

part 1 part 2

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inf: sukuna, the toxic ex u cant let go of.& he cant let go of u either. || toxic rls, smut with plot, praise, soft sukuna (ish??) , degradation, reader is into it, happy ending yayyyy!! reader is a cheater alert! minors go away!😾.

It had been about three months since you’d broken up with Sukuna, after you’d found out he was still affiliated with gangs and all things malicious.

Three months since you’d switched up your type in men completely, even dating a couple girls here and there before you resorted to dating the cute nerd who sat in the back of your class and only raised his hand to ask your professor the most confusing questions.

It was nice. But nice was boring.

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You still remembered the last argument you had with Sukuna. It was a couple days after he’d dyed his hair black.

He’d left the sink stained with Splat hair dye, possibly the worst dye known to man. He’d also left it a mess, and you’d been tired of cleaning up after him.

“Kuna,” you’d snapped, “it’s just a couple swipes of a Lysol wipe and youre done. I already told you I’m done cleaning your shit up.”

“You’re being a brat,” he’d sneered at you, demeaning and insulting. You couldn’t remember ever being so angry; you’d walked out on him and spent the night at your friend Geto’s house —

And just as the bathroom was your breaking point, that was his.

Even though you’d told Sukuna countless times — Geto has a boyfriend, he’s gay as hell, he lets me stay in the guest room — he never believed you. And when you finally came home that night, hell broke loose in your thin-walled apartment.

“You’re a cheating, bratty whore,” he’d said to you, and there was no playfulness about his tone. “Going off to that bastard’s place while I stay here doing your shit.”

“Good,” you’d replied, your tone even. “It gives you responsibility. I know. Foreign, isn’t it?” You��d been snarky.

And then his phone ringtone went off, and he picked up the call in another room. His voice hushed, but just so that you could hear a couple words —

“Yeah, I’ll get him for you. He’ll regret it.”

Just when you’d thought Sukuna had been done with the gang stuff, he went and pulled bullshit like that. And you were through with it, you told him.

“You said you would leave that damn gang. I can’t believe you.”

So you’d packed up his stuff for him, tucking everything away neat and orderly in bags for him, and sent him off with the coldest glare you could muster, never mind your broken heart. You were done with toxic men.

At least, that’s what you tried to convince yourself as you sat on your apartment couch, red pleather creasing under your weight . . . and the added weight of the newest guy you’d started talking to.

He was nerdy, with kind eyes and zero experience at all. He was annoying and he only ever talked about engineering, his major. He wasn’t involved in gangs.

He was the opposite of Sukuna.

He was exactly what you needed.

So why do you feel so bored? It almost irritates you now, as you lean on his obnoxiously thin chest and hold back a sigh, your eyes glued to the movie scene playing in front of you — a sex scene, of course.

Nerd wanted to watch a romance movie. What was new? You supposed he didn’t even know how to make out properly.

“Babe,” he whispers. “You wanna kiss?” He looks down at you.

But all you can feel is a sudden rush of foreign feeling. Like the opposite of being turned on.

Ugh. You don’t miss him, do you?

Shoving away that annoying feeling, you force yourself to clamber onto him, praying he doesn’t grunt or anything because he’s as fragile as the papers he constantly studies.

You look him in the eye, uncomfortable as you are, and kiss him. His lips are chapped and you are practically inhaling whatever the hell he ate before he came over, but you can’t let him win.

Can’t ever miss him. Not after everything.

So, you attempt futilely to ignore the way nerd guy’s tongue feels almost slimy in your mouth, how he just moves it around like an octopus stretching out a curious tentacle.

This is going absolutely nowhere. And thoughts of Sukuna are beginning to creep into your mind.

Thoughts of how he used to make out with you. How he did it passionately, like he was eating your face off with the ferocity of a tiger but also as if it was a talent (it basically was).

Your mind replays old memories, how Sukuna threw you onto your couch after a late date night; his well-muscled leg pressing into your crotch and his brute strength holding you close to his chest when he fucked you.

Oh, you are sick for thinking of these things.

You are sick for rutting into nerd boy’s knee like a dog in heat, sick for picturing it being your toxic, insulting ex underneath you instead of your pathetic attempt at a rebound.

Sick for practically whimpering into nerd boy’s ear, letting him think it’s him who’s got you like this when it’s really your ex-boyfriend.

Sick for getting off on solely memories. What would Sukuna say if he saw you now? He’d be back from whatever mission he was doing for that God-awful gang, back from beating up whoever, and he’d degrade you, call you a slutty whore who should be punished.

But oh, how you miss that.

Nerd boy here probably doesn’t even know why your crotch feels wet (he definitely knows the science behind it though).

You can’t keep this up.

Can’t keep pretending like you don’t miss him. One night can’t hurt, right? After all, he could probably use a break from all the work hes doing for that gang of his.

So you wait until your phone goes off with the ping! of your nightly Pinterest notification, and pretend it’s a text —

“Oh, shoot, babe, my friend texted,” you lie, attempting to sound as glum as you can. “I completely forgot we were supposed to have a girls’ night tonight at my place.”

Nerd boy smiles, insists it’s fine.

Dusts himself off, even. Watches as your fingers fumble over each other to send a text you’ve been waiting all night to type out —

— u up?

You guide nerd boy out the door. You even kiss him goodnight, and then you slam the door and lean against it because oh my god, he responded.

— u need smth? ill b there in 5.

You almost squeal with excitement.

You tie on your pretty cream-colored lingerie, even shave a bit. Brush your teeth, slide into your bathrobe.

And then you hear him knock.

He’d always been one to just rap on the door with one straight bang! since he didn’t see the point in knocking patterns.

And as always, when you open the door, he just stands there, looking bored as hell. “Yeah?” He grunts, but his annoyed expression looks feigned.

“Aw, got here as fast as ya could, mm?” you coo, though inside youre pleased that he is on time, as always.

“Cut it out. Whaddya want me here for? And make it quick. I gotta get gas for my bike.” He frowns down at you. But his pupils are big. He knows.

“You know what I want,” you tell him, cutting to the chase and closing the distance between the two of you. You grab his hand and set it on your hips.

He sniffs. Pretends to look unbothered. “Nah. Don’t got time.” Then he sniffs again. Looks up, something ablaze in his eyes. “What, ya had another guy over here already? Where’s he at? You hid ‘em in the closet?” He scowls at you.

You smirk. “What? It’s an issue?” You tease, tone playful as ever.

But it’s still not a surprise when his hand reaches, grabs your face because yeah, his hand is that big, squeezing your ass with his other hand, all the while glaring at you.

“One night,” he says leeringly.

And now, your robe lays in a heap on the floor, your lingerie strung about, long, red scratch marks down Sukuna’s back as he pounds you into your mattress, into oblivion.

“A-ah! Kuna- so m-much!” you gasp out, clutching his tattooed biceps like they are the force you need to keep living.

“Whore. I bet you m-missed this,” he brags into your ear, his breath stuttering with each thrust as your pussy sucks him in. “Missed this dick that much, huh?”

He is huge, stretches you out. You forgot how it was, your cunt did too. If he keeps going it’ll remember. Mold to his shape.

He drags out of you almost all the way, veins brushing your velvet walls and causing you to cry out. “Tell me how much you missed me, slut.” He orders.

Cute tears bead along the rim of your lower lashes, threatening to spill out. Your back arches in an attempt to push him back in, but he doesn’t budge. “I m-missed y-you so much, Kuna,” you hiccup.

“Yeah? Huh? How much?” He smirks, thrusts back inside of you with a lewd squelch, the snap of your hips together echoes in the room. You sob.

“S-so much, Kuna,” you whimper, burying your head in his shoulder as he loops his burly arms under you, bringing the two of you even closer as he fucks into you.

His gaze is steely, his hand holding your head to his shoulder because as annoyed as he is that you dragged him out at midnight for a quickie, as angry as he is that you’ve been messing around with other guys, he still cares about you.

“Dirty whore,” he pants into your ear, tongue snaking out to nibble your earlobe. “Filthy. Disgusting. Bet you thought about me when you fucked him, didnt you? He wasn’t enough for you, huh?” How could he know? He snaps his hips again, tip hitting your cervix, and you turn your head to face him so he can nuzzle the tears off of your face with his nose. “What’s his name, huh?”

You shake your head no, you won’t tell him, but then he peels your hands off his biceps, his grip gentle as if he were holding feathers, holds your wrists above your head and thrusting harder like a madman. like a man starved of good cooch, even. “C’mon. Tell me, baby. What’s his name?”

Still, you shake your head no with strangled whimpers, your teeth hanging onto that lower lip for its life because these walls are thin. And with each shake of your head, he fucks into you harder, the bed creaking, a print of your body left in the mattress because he just won’t stop. Squelching, wet noises echo throughout the room as you milk his cock.

“S’kuna, gonna, I’m gonna, ohhh,” you moan, spine arched to the ceiling.

“Didnt ask for my name, slut. Asked for his.” His nose moves down, nuzzles your tits, his tongue darting out to provide stimulation. “Taste s’good,” he mumbles against your pebbled skin.

Each thrust brings you closer to that knot in your lower belly, the one that makes your thighs twitch and shake and your eyes roll back. “Kunaaa,” you say, voice slurring.

You whisper nerd guy’s name in Sukuna’s ear. Maybe it makes him go even harder. You don’t know; you’re so blissed out you couldn’t tell day from night when his tip hits that spot and you unravel completely.

You twitch, arching and falling, leaking all over his cock and onto the sheets that have been in pristine condition before this, because no other guy fucks you like Sukuna. That much is clear.

He watches you mewling like a kitten through your climax, his cock twitching, signaling his own, “Fuck — ” he moans, pulling out and shooting ropes all over your chest. A couple in your mouth, because maybe he still cares. Just a bit.

Lets a little whimper out too. Youre the only one who’s ever heard him do that.

“Always been my good little whore,” he breathes, still hovering over you, hand still holding yours together above your head. “Always my good girl.”

He kisses your forehead. Dabs at your messy face. Swipes sweaty hair away from your plush lips. Maybe you can convince him to quit the gang again.

Maybe, just maybe, there is a chance for you two again after all.

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a/n : part 2 is done! find it here. also, shoot me some recommendations on my google form (link)! luv you all🍮🪽

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