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WHERE HAVE U BEEN HOLY SHITTT

Unfortunately my mental health decided go on a whirlwind of a time and left me in a really bad place, but I’m on my way to doing better now!

I’m actively seeking support from the correct people and I really advise anyone else who struggles to do the same thing. Ignoring the problem never makes it go away—and take that from me, I sure learned the hard way!

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♡ THE HEARTTHROB - Sukuna x F!reader

Summary: Sukuna was everything a girl dreamed of in college. From his looks to his arrogant charm, he had everyone head over heels. Despite all of the attention, he managed to remain shrouded in mystery. Little did you know, the man everyone knows so much but so little about would be closer to you than you suspect.

Contents: Set in the 1980s, college AU, roommates, appearance of true form Sukuna (tall, bulky, etc), reckless driving, smut with story, car sex, unprotected, riding, public indecency, and more.

Word count: 3.7k

Warning: 18+ content included.

By this point, it was already five weeks into the first semester. Your roommates were usually busy at social events or society activities, leaving you with the whole place to yourself. By finishing up your routine with a steaming bath, you exit the bathroom in your robe and skim through the VHS selections, picking a movie out at random to kill time before going to bed. These tapes belong to one of your roommates, but they are kind enough to allow everyone to watch whatever they’d like. If this is what the rest of your twenties would be like, you certainly couldn’t catch yourself complaining. It then hit you that you had been neglecting the pile of laundry you left unfolded on your bed, and it was gnawing at your conscience.

While grouping your socks and folding your t-shirts, a persistent, rhythmic banging came from the door to enter. You brush it off for a moment, until it grows louder and violently intense.

"Hold on, please!" You yell through your ajar room door, but the person outside didn’t seem to notice.

"I’m coming!" You grunt, quickly dropping your fresh pile of folded laundry into your drawers and lightly jog to see who it is.

Before you open the door, you tighten the belt of your robe and clear your throat. As you pull the handle down, you hear footsteps backing away. In front of you was a man you had never seen before, and it would certainly be a face you remember passing by on campus or in class. His hair was pushed back, appearing to be dyed—the colour faded nicely into an ashy shade of pink. His eyebrow was slit and facial hair trimmed to stubble. The leather jacket he wore covered a half-buttoned burgundy shirt, and his jeans were adorned with an expensive-looking buckled belt. Your mouth was left hanging open while you analyse him, gawking as you take in his appearance.

"Hi." He grins, and a smug expression paints over his well-refined facial features. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes, and you swiftly snap out of your trance.

"Oh, hello." You move to cover your chest, but he had already eyed every part of you he had wanted to see. "Can I help you?"

"I left my keys in my room. I’m locked out."

"You live here? I’m going to need your name. I can’t just let you in." While that is true, you’re just far too nosy for your own good.

"Sukuna. Ryomen Sukuna. Can I enter my room now?" His tone is laced with a teasing charm, though you can tell his patience was running thin.

"Sure, come in. Sorry." You step out of his way, and you realise that he towers over you completely as he passes you by.

"I didn’t think campus security would be so pretty." He murmured, remaining in the hallway with you rather than heading straight to his bedroom.

"What was that?" You hum, locking the door back up until your other roommates let themselves in later in the evening.

"Nice robe." He points at you, wagging his finger up and down the outline of your figure from the distance.

"Thanks. It was supposed to be just me tonight." You feel your face burn up, but press on. "What time do you usually come here? We’ve never met you."

"That’d ruin the mystery."

"Can you at least tell me what you study?"

"Philosophy." He shrugs. "I prefer not to talk about all that academic bullshit."

"Very well." You conclude your interrogation and return to the living room, going your separate ways.

It is safe to say, he is a complete heartthrob. The type of guy girls would write about in their notebook, scribbling their names combined with his surname. He has that carefree, unpredictable energy about him that drives women wild. Even thinking about him leaves you giggling to yourself on the sofa—your thumb nail clamped down on by your front teeth. If he was going to ruin your life, you wouldn’t feel bad letting him. Though that way of thinking is immature, and you know better than to get giddy so quickly. Daydreaming can be deadly as they say. After composing yourself, you continue with the movie. Desperately trying to sweep away any remaining fantasies that had popped into your head.

As the main character was heading to leave town, your view of the old box TV was blocked. You furrow your brows, rightly confused by the sudden interruption. Sukuna flicks the screen off and places his radio on the coffee table, then picks his dumbbells up and begins lifting in front of you. All you could see was his back muscles twitch, and the way his biceps would pump with each curl. It was hypnotising, and hard to snap out of until you pull yourself together. If Billy Idol wasn’t blaring, perhaps he would hear you reprimanding him from back there.

"Do you mind?" You scoff, standing behind him and giving him a firm push. Regardless of the force, he didn’t even flinch.

"Sukuna."

"Yeah?" He grins, turning his head to the side. You watch as beads of sweat drip down his forehead, nearly forgetting what you were initially complaining about.

"I was watching that."

"Is this show not good enough?" He taunts, now facing you and raising his eyebrows.

"You—" You bit your tongue. Trust you to stutter in front of a guy. You notice that he changed his outfit, now suited in a white sleeveless top and some older tracksuit pants.

"I what?"

You frown, and he laughs in your face. There wasn’t even a slight attempt to hide his amusement. He fits the exact stereotype based on his appearance, and you hate him for it. You hate that you can’t seem to get enough of it. What is it that makes so many people chase these kinds of men? You suppose you’ll never figure that out when you’re guilty of committing the same crime. He passes you a dumbbell, and you nearly sink to your knees. You watch hopelessly as his hand rummages through his pockets, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. You gasp, unable to stop him before he lights one up.

"You’ll set the smoke alarms off!" You raise your voice at him, but he only shrugs, taking the dumbbell back and continuing his set while the cigarette hangs loosely from his lips.

"Never went off any other time."

"You’re giving me a headache."

"Get used to it." He blows a plume of smoke your way, all while still grinning devilishly at you. That look in his eyes is too sharp, too cunning to be innocent. Your heart is racing, and you’re not sure if it’s from the fear of being evicted or how overwhelmingly arrogant he is. "I’d like to get to know you more."

"What, me?" You nearly tripped over your own feet. What could he possibly want to know? You don’t have much to share. "Why?"

"You look like you could use some better entertainment around here. Trust me."

While he’s right, it’s painful to admit. Your experience has been drier than you could have ever imagined; you would get more out of trimming the lawn with a pair of craft scissors, undoubtedly. No notable romances, you hardly go out, and your friends aren’t exactly the most thrilling bunch. You’re sure they’d take no offence. But trust him? That’s a shot in the dark. For a man you have just met, he hasn’t made a stellar first impression—but sometimes in life, it’s better to take a chance and try than live not knowing what you missed out on. An open mind leads to endless possibilities.

The decision gnawed at you for a few days, but you eventually cracked and decided to give this newfound friendship a chance. Three weeks passed since the two of you were first acquainted, and you have come to know Sukuna quite well. He would pick you up after class when he could, waiting outside in the parking lot in his black Chevrolet. There were times when the two of you would walk with each other on campus, and you could feel all the stares adding up when you pass people by. It’s as though he were made for the attention. Countless women would flock to him, sometimes even pushing you out of their path. What came as a complete surprise was how he refused to entertain them, simply ignoring them when they would cling to his arm as they spoke and the way they’d bat their eyelashes as they look up at him.

It was lunch and the two of you were heading to the rugby stadium, far away from the crowds of people which would flood to him like sheep. You felt relieved, but you were starving. Skipping lunch is a regular occurrence for Sukuna. He’d rather have a big dinner at home than waste his time in the middle of the day. It was starting to get cold out as it creeps deeper into November, and the weather was gradually getting worse. The small talk was the only thing making this trek bearable.

"I can’t believe you’re so popular. For someone like that, you’re always trying to dodge attention. You didn’t even show your face at the dorms for weeks."

"What can I say." Sukuna shrugs. "I have my private life."

"Do your friends go here?"

"Sort of."

"What type of a response is that?" You look up at him, and you see a faint smirk flash across his face.

"You asked, and I told you the answer.”

"How can someone 'sort of' go here?"

"You ask too many questions." He looks at you through the side of his eye, already amused before he adds what else he wanted to say. "Women are prettier when they mind their business."

"Tell that to the herd of women who chase you all around the place."

"They’re not my type. Why would I care what they do?"

"Why do you care about me asking so many questions then?"

"Because you’re getting on my nerves."

Sukuna grabs your arm when you finally reach the stadium and drags you behind the bleachers, your feet scraping across the dirt since your body can’t match the pace which he moves. His fingers are digging into you, pinching you slightly—likely on purpose. Eventually, he comes to a stop and releases you. As you go to open your mouth, he places his finger on your lips. The cool metal which makes up his ring shoots tingles down your spine as it meets the warmth of your lips.

"Don’t talk. Can you do that?" He cocks his head to the side, and you nod.

Only seconds later, you hear chatter and footsteps approaching as he pulls away from you. You glance over, noticing a few members from the rugby team Sukuna was a part of mixed with people you have never met. They were obnoxious, calling out for Sukuna and greeting him with a handshake without caring how much noise they’re making. You felt out of place and intimidated by the energy that had taken over the area; if you could disappear, you wish a black hole would swallow you here and now.

"We fucked with their equipment, their coach was pissed." One of the rugby guys boasts, and the group burst into laughter.

"Did you get caught?" Sukuna seems amused rather than apprehensive. Then again, it’s not like he cares about much.

"Nah. They only seen the backs of these two." One of the men points at the mysterious individuals, and you accidentally make eye contact.

Shit.

"Didn’t know you had other plans." One points, but you keep your head low.

"It’s nothing." Sukuna speaks, but you stare at him with the dirtiest of looks—a silent 'fuck you' if he takes it as intended. "She’s just keeping me company."

The group looks among each other, exchanging glances at you here and there. A few more minutes passed and they began to disperse—you finally felt as though you could breathe. With the last one gone, it was just the two of you alone again. Sukuna walks over to you, and you glare through him with your back pressed against the metal support beam.

"It wasn’t that bad, relax."

"Are you kidding? That was embarrassing!"

"For who?"

What an ass. You hit the lighter he had out of his hand, and the smile on his face widens. He has you by your wrist, and there’s nothing you can do.

"So feisty." He hums, his face inching closer to yours. He was testing you. "At least you know how to listen."

"Let go."

"Did you calm down?" His breath is now hitting your skin, and you can feel your body heating up.

"Yes, I’m calm." A classic. A statement which couldn’t be a more obvious lie.

After he lets go, you swing your hand and slap him across the cheek—zero hesitation. It felt as though everything around you went silent, like the wind which was once howling knew what you had gotten yourself into. He rubs the area you hit and lets out an amused huff from his nose. In the matter of seconds, he hoists you into his arms and throws you over his shoulder, your wriggling doesn’t deter him as he storms away with you.

The walk back to his car was silent. He flung the door open and dropped you in, then slams it shut. You watch as he climbs into the driver’s seat, but you don’t dare speak now. Without putting his seatbelt on, the car speeds out of the parking lot, and you jolt forward; your hands on the dash were the only thing that stopped you from colliding with it. The car was breezing through the empty roads, and he was only planning to go faster.

"Are you crazy?" You grab his arm, but he doesn’t move. His eyes are locked on the road ahead.

"Sukuna, slow down!" You plea, and he finally looks your way.

"Not so headstrong now, are you?"

"Don’t be ridiculous. Look at the road!"

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" He argues back, but your only concern was focusing on slowing the car down.

"Listen, I wasn’t thinking."

"No shit. You don’t do that a lot."

"Can you please just slow down? We can talk about it."

"How many times do I have to tell you to relax. Do you trust me or not?"

"I do trust you."

"Then you should know that we’ll be fine. Put your seatbelt on." His tone seems to lose the aggression and is instead replaced with something close to being described as sincere—as close as you can get from a man like him.

"What about yours?"

"I don’t need you to worry about me. Seatbelt on, now."

Since there was nothing you could do, you simply comply and buckle yourself in. You knew he wasn’t driving back to the dorm, this route was different to the one he would usually take. More trees come into view the further you travel, and you feel the car slowly climb the incline.

The car pulls into a parking space which overlooks the roads ahead from above. It was desolate, not another soul close by for miles. After turning the ignition off, he lets out and deep breath before turning to you, only to find you were already looking at him.

"Where are we?" You unbuckle your seatbelt, allowing yourself to comfortably sink back into the seat.

"It’s nice, isn’t it?" He seems content. He extends his hand towards you, gently brushing his fingers against your cheek. "You hit hard."

"I’m sorry about that."

"There’s no point. I don’t forgive you." He grips your jaw, spinning your head to face him fully. Your eyes widen, and he cackles. "You look shocked."

"What else am I supposed to do?"

"Nothing. Forgiveness is something you earn with time."

"Why did you start hanging around with me? We have nothing in common."

"That’s what makes it fun, don’t you think?" This time, the way he inches closer to you feels different. "You’ve had a good time, have you not?"

"I have."

"Then there’s nothing else to talk about." He stares at your lips while running his tongue over his own. "Unless you want me to leave. I can go away for good. Use your words."

Just as he was expecting, no noise was present in the car.

"You were always so easy to read." He lowers his tone, then pushes himself forward to close the distance between the two of you.

Your lips meet his, and he traps you in place. It was slow, you could feel his passion pouring into you. He tugs at your bottom lip slightly before granting himself more access to your mouth. It was hard for you to fully comprehend this was happening, and despite all of the fantasies, you never truly pictured yourself in this situation—you had no idea what to expect. You let him take the lead, following the pace he moves at.

From outside of the car, the weather finally let loose. A rumble of thunder causes you to pull away, also giving you an excuse to catch your breath. Torrential rain hammered against the windscreen and dark grey clouds blocked the remaining sunlight. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, while Sukuna seems at peace. You watch as he reclines his seat slightly, the ushers you over to straddle his lap.

"Good thing we stopped. Could’ve ended up hydroplaning." He puts his hands on your hips, his thumbs rubbing circles on your skin as they slip under the fabric of your clothes.

"How long will we be stuck here?"

"You want to leave already?" Sukuna mocks you with a pout, too focused on your body to pay attention to anything else. "We haven’t even started yet."

"I thought I wasn’t your type."

"When did I say that?"

"You said you don’t like women who don’t mind their own business."

"You only pay attention to the negative shit or what?" Sukuna huffs, humoured by your small-minded comment. "If I wasn’t into you, do you think I would’ve bothered wasting my time on you?"

"Some men are like that."

"I’m not just 'some man' though." He retaliates, now winding your hips in motions so you’re grinding against him.

You could feel how hard he was through his jeans, and you felt your own desires spiralling as he peppers your neck with kisses and bites, savouring your skin like it was his final meal. Your hands were trailing down his torso, and small moans were leaving your parted lips. It didn’t take long for the action to pick up, both removing your pants and breaking away the barriers.

He removed your top for you, slinging it to the backseat with the rest of the clothes the two of you no longer need. With his shirt off, you got to admire him fully. His tattoos, the small scars, the feint body hair. You couldn’t get enough of him, and he could feel that. You were sopping wet, panties pushed to the side while he takes his time exploring your every curve with his fingers first. It wasn’t enough to satiate you, but he knew that already. Car horns can be heard as traffic builds up on the roads below, and your patience with his foreplay is growing thin.

"We should hurry. It’s going to be hard to get home soon." You peck his cheek, and he groans.

"So?"

"I don’t want to be out in this storm."

"Fine." Sukuna sighs, pulling his boxers down to reveal his dick. Your eyes travelled down his body, eager to feel him in every way you can.

"How many other women have you brought here?" Despite everything, curiosity still gets the best of you.

"Are you sure you want the answer to that right now?"

Fair play.

You position yourself and align his tip with your entrance, gradually lowering yourself onto him. He was stretching you, but it felt too good to focus on the burning feeling which makes tears flood your eyes. Sukuna noticed, pulling you into another kiss while thrusting up, hushing you as he bottoms out. He holds you there, allowing you the time you need to adjust. The storm was still rampaging, sometimes feeling the car wobble when a huge gust of wind would hit.

When your body finally accepted him, you began to ride him. He would praise you, making sure to tell you how well you’re taking him, but also whispering the filthiest things down your ear when your head would droop forward. You were enamoured by him, and he was obsessed with how you were.

"You’re something else." He groans, his hands groping your breasts. He couldn’t help but admire the body on display in front of him.

You felt ecstasy shoot through your veins the longer he was inside you, and you couldn’t keep quiet, no matter how hard you tried. A knot built up inside you, and he could feel you squeezing around him. The two of you were close, you releasing first before he pulls out. He bit his lip as his cum spurts onto your abdomen. Since time was limited, he reaches into the glovebox and wipes you down with some tissues. You were resting on top of him, eyes closed.

Two loud taps came from the window, and you flinch as you’re blinded by an officer shining a torch at the two of you. He calls out from outside, and Sukuna chuckles, squeezing you in his arms. You knew taking this opportunity would be a risk, but you never thought this would be where you ended up.

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I have to update this profile badly

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we are so back

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i’ll update my ao3 fics when the temperature drops because this is not the weather to have a PC on

been writing oneshots on my phone which i have to leave unattended for long periods because it gets too hot to touch when i charge it 🥲

[chosows]

"AM I DOING GOOD?"

YOUR OBSESSED LOSER BOYFRIEND

Choso x Fem Reader

Summary: Choso just can’t seem to get enough of you. To him, you’re the only woman worthy of his time—the only woman he’ll ever look at so intimately. When you’re at work, he struggles to cope with your lack of company, becoming desperate for your attention when you aren’t around. Every day he awaits your return impatiently—craving your familiar touch.

Word count: 2.5k

Contains: Submissive Choso, established relationship, masturbation, interrupted masturbation, begging, teasing, no protection, penetrative, cowgirl, missionary, cumshots, creampie

Audio: i based this on this audio from a request. full credits to the VA for inspo

Note: need to write more one shots like this ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

Left alone in the bedroom, Choso grumbles. The past few hours have been spent aimlessly flipping through TV stations; there is nothing to satiate his boredom. He wants one thing and one thing only—you. He flooded your phone with messages, receiving no response since you’re likely making your way home from work. Time couldn’t tick by any slower.

Rolling onto his side, the open drawer full of your panties catches his attention. Choso pierces his lips together, his mind wandering to picture you in your lingerie—thinking about how sexy you look when you tease him, sending him all those naughty pictures when he’s the one at work. The ones he saves to his gallery in a special folder just for you; two albums have your name, one inaccessible without a passcode.

Grabbing a pair, he balls them up into his hand and throws himself back on the mattress, admiring them in the air. A black lace set, simple but equally as seductive. He lowers them to his face, cursing himself for his perverted ways as he sniffs, only to be disappointed by the smell of laundry detergent. No one could miss pussy more than he does; his dick throbs at the thought of your taste when you guide his head, holding him down while he eats you out.

Unable to contain himself, he fumbles with his zipper and pulls his dick from his underpants, his tip sensitive to the touch. Using your panties for added stimulation, he begins stroking himself, wishing it were you touching him. Sometimes, he wishes he wasn’t so obsessed with you—it’s beginning to interfere with his life; deep down, he knows he’d live no other way. You’re the only thought in his head; he’d do anything for you—the possibilities are endless.

Since you’re not home, he’s free to be as loud as he wants. His moans leave his mouth as his head lolled back, letting himself get lost in the endless fantasies his mind curated of you. You enter through the door and take your shoes off, humming the tune to the song playing through your headphones while you walk through to the living room. When you call Choso’s name, he doesn’t reply and your brows pinch together.

“Baby? Are you home?” You call out again, hearing clattering coming from the bedroom.

“M’ here. Wait—” The floorboards creak as you approach the bedroom and he panics, covering himself carelessly as the door swings open.

“I missed you so much!” You beam at him and walk over, holding his head in your hands while cuddling him to your chest.

“Missed you too.” He mumbles, his dick twitching from the material of the blanket rubbing him the wrong way.

“Are you okay? You look pale.” You pull your lips to one side and put your hand on his forehead, slicking his hair back, “You don’t have a fever.”

“I’m okay, just sleepy.” He smiles, his eyes innocent despite the deceit—he’s not tired at all.

“You’re always sleepy.” You hum, pressing your forehead to his. Your gaze lowers, noticing him swallow the lump that had formed in his throat.

“Not always.”

“Your cheeks are rosy.” Your thumb strokes over his smooth skin, unaware of the situation under the blanket that he is desperately attempting to conceal.

“You’re so beautiful.” He chokes on his words when you straddle him, your ass directly on top of his hardly-covered dick.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“It’s—” He grits his teeth, turning his head to the side, “—Nothing. I told you I’m fine.”

“What’s this?” Underneath the blanket covering him is a slip of fabric. Before he could stop you, you reel it out and reveal your panties.

“I swear I can explain, please.” He whines, grabbing your hand while you stare down at him. You don’t speak, giving him the approval to justify his actions.

“I just wanted to feel you. I missed you so much; I need you so fucking bad.” His eyes were wide, a soft glimmer possessing them while his hands rubbed up and down your hips.

“How long have you been jerking off in my panties?”

“A few weeks—”

You flash a stern glare at him and he huffs, squeezing your fingers while they intertwine with his.

“I know, I’m sorry. Please, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“You’re so needy, you know?” Your voice lowers, bundling his shirt as you draw him closer to you. He couldn’t handle being touch-starved for much longer and cracked, connecting his lips with yours.

While you intended to go for a controlled approach, Choso was sloppy, dragging you down with him while his lips assaulted yours. All his pent-up sexual frustration is revealing itself, his tongue meeting with yours in an instant. Despite not being touched, this was all he needed to orgasm, whimpering pathetically into your mouth as he cums all over himself. You pull back and remove the blanket, seeing the trail shot up his lower abdomen and shirt.

“I’ve been good, haven’t I?” He murmurs, grabbing onto your face with both hands, “I’ve been a good boy for you.”

“You’ve been perfect.” Your lips twist up, “Only you could cum all over yourself like this. You’re all mine, aren’t you?”

“All yours. Only yours.” He hastily replies, grinning right back at you.

“I think it’s only right that a good boyfriend deserves a treat, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“You’ve made such a mess.” You toss the now dirty blanket onto the floor, helping him out of his shirt and boxers.

“I’ll clean it all up later, I promise.”

“Thank you, baby.” You kiss his cheek and pull away, only to feel his grip on your forearm tighten.

“Where are you going?” He whines, tugging you back as you stumble forward.

“I’m going to get changed.”

“No.” He lets his head roll back, his cheeks lit with a red flush, highlighting his dire need for your attention, “I need you now.”

“No?” You cock your head slightly askew, his demanding words catching you off guard.

“You haven’t touched me in ages.”

“You’re going to have to wait, Choso. I won’t be long.”

“Please don’t leave the room; you can do it here. I want to see your pretty body.”

“Let’s make a deal, okay?” You brush your hair away from your face and he nods, “I want you to get yourself off until I’m ready and I’ll stay in the room. Can you do that for me?”

“Am I allowed to cum?”

“What fun would it be if you cum again before I get my hands on you?”

“Okay, I won’t. Don’t make me wait forever.” Choso lets go of you, watching you waltz over to the laundry basket.

His eyes linger on your figure as you strip out of your clothes, using his previous spill of cum as lubricant. It was hard to remain silent, his moans muffled due to him forcing his mouth shut. There is no shame left in him as his body twitches, the sight of you from behind leaving him tearing at the skin on his lips. He was overstimulated, hornier than he was previously—but he never gave up. His body knew you were what he craved—likely the only thing providing him the stamina to keep going.

You grin while your back is facing him, hearing the soft noises he makes while he strokes himself to the thoughts playing in his mind. You glance back, noticing him divert his eyes, his hand trembling due to the repeated motions. Though cruel, you want to see how long you can make him wait. Choso always cums quickly, but he’s the type of man that wants to cum multiple times until he gets everything out of his system—until he knows that he has pleased you. If necessary, he’d continue until his eyes are forced shut.

His heavy breathing increases, his big amber eyes begging you to turn around and place your hands all over him. Under the muffled sounds of his whimpers, he calls for you, his voice too weak for you to register from the distance you’re at. He knows you’re doing this to him on purpose, turning him on as his pitch rises an octave, his whines now desperate cries for attention. You unclasp your bra, slinging it aside, then slowly step out of your panties. His face lights up, a gleaming smile displayed as his hands proceed to tremble.

“Are you ready?” He gasps in between his words, eagerly awaiting you to spin around and join him on the mattress.

“Not yet.”

“You said— We had a deal.” He almost sounds hurt, as if he took the betrayal to heart, “I’m going to cum— You know I can’t last—”

“Relax, Choso. I’m teasing.” You chuckle, spinning around and closing the distance, “You can stop now. You did so well.”

“Did I?” His sticky hand leeches onto yours, “I thought you’d be mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad at you?”

“Because I keep sending you inappropriate messages while you’re at work and I steal your panties.” He utters. He feels ashamed at how attached he is to you—many of your friends have commented on his clingy behaviour.

“I like your little messages; I think they’re cute—the pictures too.”

“Yeah? You like them?”

“I love them; you look so pretty in the videos. Got the most handsome face I’ve ever seen, haven’t you?”

“I’ll send you more. You make me this way—I’m so horny. I get so excited for you to come home every day.”

“I can see that.” Your eyes drift down to his dick, wrapping your hand around it, grazing against the veins that decorate it. “All of this because of me, I’m flattered.”

“All for you. I love you so much.” Choso tugs you forward, making sure he’s able to hold you in the kiss so you can’t break free this time.

His lips were soft; you could feel his smirk pressed against you while you shuffled closer. He adored kissing you; exploring every inch of you is a blessing to him. He pulls back and shifts your hips, lining his tip up with your entrance. The moment he’s been waiting for all day is finally in his hands, the greatest privilege he has been gifted in life.

“I can’t wait to feel you. I’m going to make you feel so good.” He mutters, dotting kisses down your arm while you lower yourself onto him, “So good. I’ll make you cum, I swear.”

“Quiet down, Choso.” You snicker, his pupils blown out as he bottoms out inside of you.

“Oh fuck, ‘so tight,” Since he can’t tone it down, you put your hand over his mouth. You silence his moans, barely doing enough to dull the volume.

Your day at work drained you; you don’t have enough energy to remain on top for long, growing exhausted only after the first few minutes have passed. Choso recognises your lack of energy and rolls over, allowing you to lie down. When you give him this opportunity, he makes sure he doesn’t disappoint you. He inches back into you, setting the pace to his liking, carefully analysing your facial expressions.

“Please talk to me.” He grunts, reaching forward to stroke your face.

“You’re doing so well—just like that.” Your eyes flutter shut as his tip massages a point deep within you, stimulating your G-spot. From the look on his face, it’s as though he is awestruck by you; none of this is new to him, he just can’t get over how gorgeous you are.

“Are you close?” He’s aware that it’s early on, but this has been prolonged for him—he’s already at his point of release.

“Not yet.”

“Fuck— I don’t know how much longer I can last.”

“You can do it, Choso. Do it for me.”

“I’m trying. M’ trying, but it’s so hard—”

“Keep yourself there.” You readjust your position, raising your hips slightly while he secures you in place.

“Here? Should I press down?” He rubs his hand on your lower abdomen, applying pressure to aid your pleasure, “Look at you— You’re so pretty. You’re going to be mine forever, aren’t you?”

“Forever.” You mumble your words, repeating them as the satisfaction begins to take over your rational thinking.

“Can you feel this?” He says in a proud tone while his fingers circle around your clit, building your climax rapidly, “Am I doing it right?”

“Mhm’, that’s it.” Your breath hitches, muscles tightening due to the stimulation, “That’s it, Choso.”

“I’m holding out for you,” The atmosphere was filled with heavy breathing and the sound of skin slapping, “Please don’t be mad if I cum.”

“Just a little more.”

“I couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend.” His voice was raspy, barely able to get his words out. “I love how you take care of me. I love how good our sex is—”

“And— Those other people,” He pants, glaring directly into your eyes, “Who said I wasn’t enough for you were wrong, weren't they? I’m so good for you.”

“You’re more than enough for me.”

“Not every man has to pretend to be emotionless. They’re so jealous because I’m the one you wanted.” He plants his lips on your neck, leaving a soft trail of pecks leading down to your chest, “I’m going to give you everything, going to treat you the way you deserve to be treated.”

Choso comes undone inside of you, his whimpers flowing while his cum spurts out, filling you up just as he had anticipated. He continues to thrust, making sure you have the opportunity to finish despite him being close to passing out from the overstimulation. His hands are groping your breasts, sliding all over your body, doing anything he can to help you.

“Please cum, please,” He whispers his plea, his breath fanning onto your neck, “I want you to cum for me.”

“Yes— Oh shit,” He laughs in between gasps, not expecting his words to have an effect, “You’re so tight around me.”

Locking with his innocent eyes, you break, losing your composure as your orgasm reigns over your body. Choso is struggling to speak, his words coming out in hiccups while he continues—unable to stop himself. He pulls out of you and shoots cum all over your stomach, letting his drained body fall beside yours. Tonight, he made a mess much bigger than he ever had before, his head spinning while his body regains energy.

“I really needed this.” Choso turns, noticing the sweet expression on your face as you gaze at him.

“I love you too; I forgot to say it back.” You beam over at him while your chest heaves, your body sticky with both sweat and cum, a combination that becomes irritating as time passes.

“Give me a minute and I’ll clean everything up like I promised.” He pecks your cheek, pleased with himself for the state you’re in. Usually, you prefer to be the one in charge of aftercare—you don’t have the heart to stop him as he seems so ecstatic with his performance. “Do you want a fresh set of lingerie or my boxers and a shirt?”

“Boxers and a shirt, please.”

[chosows]

YOUR SWEET BOYFRIEND FINALLY SNAPS…

Choso x Fem Reader

Summary: Recently in your relationship, you have taken on the more dominant role in the bedroom, letting the power trip get straight to your head. Choso is growing sick of his words being shut down every time he speaks, his emotions finally spilling as he can no longer control everything he bottled up.

Word count: 2.1k

Contains: Established relationship, smut, oral sex, cunnilingus, angry sex, penetrative, spitting, jealousy, degrading, aftercare

Note: first smut i’ve made w/ no plot ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) — divider creds in tags

Tension is heightening while you’re both in bed, straddling Choso as he lies helplessly underneath you. He allows you to take whatever you need from him; he hardly ever puts up a fight. Your hands wander under his shirt, grazing over his toned set of abs while rocking your hips against his boner. Those innocent eyes he gives you provide you with the verification that this man worships the ground you walk on.

“I want—” He reaches his hand out towards yours but you swat it away, continuing to rock your hips against him while planting pecks on his neck.

“Not now, Choso.”

“But—” Trying to get his words out was no use—you wouldn’t listen either way.

“No.”

Sensing him shift, you pin his wrists down and continue your motions, whining as the build-up of friction becomes too much. There was a thin line of material between your panties and his boxers, leaving a wet patch where you had been the longest. You felt his pre-cum ooze as the wet patch spread, knowing it’s not just your slick anymore.

One thing that Choso has yet to tell you is that he hates the feeling of being taken advantage of. It’s never his way; it’s always yours. Even though you had him wrapped around your finger, there was only so much he could take before his pending outburst was to be released. He broke free from your hold and shoved you off of him, sending you backwards. Your head was inches away from colliding with the metal footboard, confused as to what was happening.

With a firm grip on your ankle, he drags you forward and looms over you, the light in his eyes darkening. From your cherished boyfriend to a man you can’t recognise, you were unsure whether to be frightened or concerned. His chest was heaving, cheeks still a bright shade of fuschia. When you went to roll away, he crushed your arms down; the weight he was exerting made you wince, prompting him to snicker.

“Doesn’t feel nice, does it?” Choso slings his shirt off, making slipping yours off light work. Displeased with your bra, he takes it off and rummages through your lingerie drawer, pulling out a red lace one and putting it on you. Tonight, you’ll be exactly to his liking.

“What—”

“It’s always you. You never ask me what I want.”

“I didn’t think—”

“You don’t even know what I like because you never let me do anything.”

With no words left to speak, you remain silent while his index finger traces circles on your inner thigh. You assumed he was satisfied because he never complained, but what he is saying is true; you have never directly asked him what he would like to do for a change. He grunts, his dick desperate for attention; he can’t let himself crack for you again, not now.

Pushing his feelings aside, he lowers his face and dots kisses on your abdomen, lowering himself slowly until he comes in contact with the fabric of your panties. Using his teeth, he drags the material down, now lying exposed in his line of sight. Wasting no time, his tongue darts to your clit; your initial reaction was to close your legs, but he pried them apart while tending to you the way he had in mind. 

Choso craved your pussy; it was his favourite thing to relish in before you got too comfortable in your bossy ways. The noises coming from his mouth while he worked you up to a climax were obscene; you have never seen him so unhinged. He was pushing himself further, the grip on your legs causing them to tingle from the lack of circulation. You were gasping, unable to control the feeble moans; for the first time in a while, you felt weak. Before you could cum, he pulled away, staring up at you with your slick smeared around his lips. His hair was ruffled, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead.

“Greedy bitch,” Choso scoffs, closing your legs while he tugged his boxers down, “Now look who’s fucking soaked. Going to cum? Doing the same thing you constantly ridicule me for.”

“Got anything to say for yourself? Or have you already said everything while you were belittling me for being turned on by you?” Choso scowled, his tone bitter. Everyone has their limits, though you had no idea how far you were pushing him.

Choso lines his tip up with your soaked entrance and forces his way in, not bothering to allow you time to adjust like he usually would. All of his anger is pouring into his actions, his thrusts harsher than the words he lashed out at you with. His head drops down while he fucked you, cursing your name as your cunt squeezes around him. Unable to support himself properly, he switches his position, now hitting deeper inside of you while his mouth rests close to your ear.

“Bet you wish I was that guy you always gawk over in the supermarket.” He grunts, pressing his sweaty forehead into your shoulder while the force of his thrusts increases, “He’d never be able to give you what I can.”

“You want him? Yeah?” Choso grabs your jaw while pulling back to glare down at you, watching you feebly shake your head in disagreement.

Using his thumb, he pries your mouth open and spits, watching how your eyes widen. He covers your mouth with his hand and pinches your nose, forcing you to swallow if you want to breathe. When he sees your throat move, he removes his hand from your lips and wraps his fingers around it. Your eyes well with tears from how reckless he’s being, a side you never expected to see.

“I don’t want him to look at you anymore. I don’t want you to look at him. Look at me.” He orders. Your eyes snap up and lock with his—vision becoming blurry.

“Good. You’re doing so good, taking me so well.” He hums, voice now silvery while your doe-like visuals twist.

“My pretty girl. You like it, don’t you? Like how I’m fucking you—shouldn’t be such a spoiled bitch all the time; look where it gets you.” Taking his words in, your brows furrow; it was as if you were disagreeing with him without saying any words.

“Don’t think you’re spoiled? I let you ride my dick every time you beg; I give you everything while expecting nothing in return—but I can’t take it anymore. You’re so ungrateful.” Choso grunts, letting a whimper slip as he feels your orgasm release. Your cum aids as lubrication, allowing him to slide deeper while you babble useless nonsense. He’s fucking you senseless, giving you the same treatment you serve him.

“Wish you’d just— Why can’t you—” He struggles to get his words out, unable to control the sounds he’s making, “Would it hurt you to show me that I’m actually appreciated?”

“I want to feel loved too, you know?” You notice Choso’s eyes watering as you come down from your high, your hand rubbing up and down his arm.

“I love—” You bite your tongue as your senses come back to you, recognizing the point he’s hitting will send you over the edge, “—Love you so much.”

“I didn’t ask you to talk.” Choso shakes his head, reaching for a pillow to cover your face. At this point in time, he doesn’t want you to look at him.

“This is my time—not yours. Every single hour of my life is yours; just let me have this.” His mouth dries up and his hands begin trembling, acknowledging the wreck he’s falling into.

“Fuck— I’ve never had you like this before. You’re so pathetic.” His emotions are a mess, now chuckling as a tear slips from his eye, “Didn’t know you liked rough sex. You told me you liked it gentle.”

“Why did you lie to me?” Choso’s thrusts become sloppy, rutting into you as he feels the coil in his core preparing to unravel.

“You know what? I don’t care. You never care, so why should I? Why should I have to care about everything—” 

Choso’s orgasm peaks, shooting cum deep inside of you while he presses his head to the pillow covering you. He mutters under his breath while holding himself inside of you, more cum spurting out despite the lack of movement. You had drained him, both emotionally and physically. He removes the pillow from your face and keeps his eyes low, providing you the chance to glance at his dishevelled appearance. In a swift motion, he stands and storms off to the bathroom, leaving you curled up on the mattress. You were sore—unable to fully decipher what happened due to the extreme mix of emotions he shared with you. You reach for his shirt and bundle it up, snuggling it tightly to your chest. 

Inside the bathroom, Choso wipes himself with a damp cloth, removing the droplets of sweat on his body. While he looks at himself in the mirror, he recognises that the situation expanded beyond his original intent. While it’s known he’s far from perfect, he tries his best to hide the jealousy he harbours. His communication has never been his strong point, and that’s something he labels to be his greatest weakness. You didn’t deserve to be treated that way, but he couldn’t help himself—he had finally burst with everything he had been holding back.

Making his way back into the bedroom felt like his ankles were tied with lead, as if the floor was swallowing him whole with every step he took. You feel the mattress dip and his cheek press against your back, the volume of your sniffles advancing.

“Hey,” Choso leans over you, moving your chin to face him, “I never meant to make you cry. I’m sorry.”

Since you remained silent, he pressed his lips to yours, trapping you in a gentle and sincere kiss. His thumb rubbed your delicate skin, wiping away the tear marks running down your cheek. Knowing he’s the person who hurt his beautiful girl breaks his heart—though he won’t allow himself to feel pity. His way of handling his outburst was unethical, but it was the only way he felt he could get the words he was struggling to say out.

To his surprise, you lean forward and wrap your arms around him, burying your face into the crook of his neck. He supports the back of your head and lies down, allowing you to rest on his chest while you regulate your current state. In this given moment, Choso felt like he truly was your boyfriend; whenever you needed comfort, you would isolate yourself, claiming he didn’t need to see you like that. It was as if you pictured him as an incapable manchild, but something in you had changed.

“I do like gentle sex. And I am sorry—I’m so sorry. I was being selfish; I liked that feeling of power I had over you, but I overdone it.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. I’m an asshole for making you feel like this is your fault. We do need to talk though.” He smiles softly, stroking your stray hairs down.

“I liked seeing you like that.” You sheepishly divert your gaze, locking your fingers with his.

“What?” He chuckles, tilting his head to attempt to see you eye to eye.

“Just a little.” 

“Maybe if you let me fuck you properly you’d like it more, yeah?” He pinches your cheek, watching your grin widen, “Let me have a say sometimes. I wasn’t aiming to yell at you; you just never listened to me.”

“I know. M’ sorry.” You pout your lips, wrapping your hand around one of his fingers and waving it side to side, “You said you liked assertive women one time and I—”

“I do. I don’t like a boot camp general though.” After saying that, the endearing sound of your laughter causes his lips to quirk up, “You need to tone it down a few notches.”

“It’s my first time doing that whole dominant thing—we probably should’ve spoken about it before I thought I was doing it right.”

“That’s fine; I don’t want you to feel bad about it. I still enjoyed it—you just wound my nerves up over time by ignoring what I was trying to say.”

“By the way, the only reason I look at that guy is because I’m convinced he checks you out every time we go to the store. He’s not my type, but I think you might be his.”

“Oh shit, I never knew. Maybe it’s best if we switch supermarkets; it’s getting messy.” Choso sits back against the headboard, pulling the blanket over your bare body.

“If it makes you feel better then I don’t mind. You’re the only man I gawk at, for your information.” You lift yourself up, hovering close to his face.

“Let’s make sure we keep it that way then.” His voice was hushed, drawing you into a kiss while pulling the blanket over both of your heads.

[chosows]

the urge to change my blog name but then i’ll fall into the loop of constantly changing my profile

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UR THEME LOOKS SO CUTE!!!!!

THANK you anon! i’m slowly but surely adapting to tumblr 🫡

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CONTRAILS OVER THE FARMHOUSE 🍰

Farmer Sukuna x Farmer Fem Reader

Summary: Volunteering turned into full-time recruitment. Living on the farm has been one of the most exhilarating experiences of your life; there is always a new task to pursue. You had gotten comfortable in your secluded life, accepting the rural way of living. In every aspect, nature will always be better than the city. While living in the farmhouse, your relationship with the owner had blossomed far greater than you would have expected. A sweetheart who masks himself away behind stone walls is much more complex than he seems.

Word count: 4.4k

Contains: Boss x employee, developing relationship, Ryomen Sukuna as a human, modern life AU (no curses), Sukuna is not Yuji, fluff, praise, size difference, smut, unprotected, penetrative sex, creampie, mentions of blood (brief), aftercare, affection.

Note: spring -> summer fics coming in strong — title based off of chemtrails over the country club

What started as two months’ worth of volunteering turned into a full year. You transitioned from unpaid assistance to securing a job on the farm you had gotten to know so well. It was a stunning stretch of land, a breath of fresh air when compared to the polluted atmosphere of the city. From the cattle to the crops, everything won you over. Your duty today is to maintain the greenhouse—potentially your favourite secluded spot. The sun shines in through the glass and you carefully treat all growing crops, ensuring they have what they need to healthily grow. Pests aren’t common here; these crops are heavily maintained. The man you work for seems to have everything under control despite working alone for all of these years—this is the first time he considered employing anyone to assist him.

Sukuna was a mystery. He can be distant but also shows his tolerance to you; sometimes you’re uncertain whether he wants you here or if he feels pressured to accept your request to join him. Since there was no other suitable place to house you, he allowed you to move into his spare bedroom. Your room is decently decorated and you have more than enough space to store your personal belongings; the natural wooden bed frame and wooden furniture pieces strip away any hints of modern living. He’s stuck in the past; not only does he still own a box TV, there is no Wi-Fi. Signal out here is abysmal; any emergency calls would receive better results if they were muttered as a prayer.

Slinging off your gloves, you loosen one of the straps of your overalls and take your work boots off before entering. The smell of food simmering on the stove wafts through and your stomach grumbles. You stroll into the kitchen and catch Sukuna in the middle of seasoning the meal, spinning around when he senses your presence in the room. Sukuna was old—older than you. While you’re twenty-six, he’s thirty-four—almost a complete decade over you. His hair was an ashy tone and his body remains littered with the tattoos he got when he was younger; he wasn’t a bad-looking man at all; he was the opposite. The ribbon at the back of his apron came loose so you quickly fixed it, tightening it properly.

“Everything okay in the greenhouse?” Sukuna places the cutlery on the dinner table, motioning you to take a seat. The two of you have dinner together every night—as well as breakfast, lunch, and any snacks you crave at the same time.

“Mhm’, everything is great. The tomatoes are looking healthy.”

“Good, those things gave me the most problems last time. How are the flowers?” Growing flowers is not something Sukuna usually does. Upon your request, he permitted you to plant some to your liking.

“Not ready to bloom yet but they’re okay. What’s for dinner?”

“Beef stew, got the meat fresh today.” He flashes his teeth while pouring the stew into the respective bowls using the ladle. His portion sizes are far larger than yours—his body requires more nutrients for him to work sufficiently.

“Let me get a taste—” You grab your spoon and waddle over to him, only to be held back by your forehead to create distance.

“Not so fast, little lady. Wait for it to be on the table,” He ruffles your hair and shoves past you while placing the bowls down, chuckling to himself while you stand there in disbelief, “Don’t throw a tantrum before your dinner; how old are you?”

“I should be asking you that,” You roll your eyes and sink into the chair facing him, watching as he takes the first spoonful, “You just wanted the first taste!”

“I already had the first taste before you came home; it’s fuckin’ delicious.” He wipes the corner of his mouth clean with his thumb and continues shovelling the stew into his mouth.

You raise the spoon and take a sip, eyes widening when you realise his words are truthful. This was a well-done meal; the flavour and the soft texture of the beef was a perfect combination, an almost addictive combination of food and flavour. It didn’t take Sukuna long to finish his bowl while yours was still half full, catching a glimpse of him staring at the food you had remaining. You slide his bowl over and pour out half of yours, passing it back to him while he beams at you. The wrinkles caused by the movement of his muscles reveal the scar on the side of his face—a result of the deformity he was born with which was removed while he was a child. It wasn’t too noticeable, but the size always shocks you when it is brought to your attention. As soon as both bowls were empty, you gathered them and took them to the sink; since he cooks, you opted to do the dishes—dividing the workload fairly.

“I’ll be in the living room.” Sukuna hums before departing from the dining room, leaving you to put the utensils away.

Ensuring the bowls are spotless, you wipe them down with a cloth before placing them back into the cupboard. The TV is blaring and Sukuna has his feet up, taking up the entire length of the sofa. You put your hands on your hip and he grunts, moving his legs so you can take your seat. Sukuna had stripped down to his tank top, his fingers tapping against the arm of the sofa while his eyes were glued to the screen. His favourite survival show is playing, seemingly putting him in a better mood than he’s in most days. He readjusts his sitting position and drags you closer; he always lectures you about keeping your distance all of the time.

“Are you still scared of me? I don’t bite.” Sukuna cocks his head aside while one of his hands massage your shoulder, relieving the stiff muscles.

“You’re not scary.” You rest your head against his bicep and your eyes automatically flutter shut.

“How have you worn yourself out?”

“Don’t know, I’m just tired. I might have to go to bed.” You rub your eyes and go to stand, but his grip keeps you seated.

“Can you wait till this ends? It only has half an hour left.”

“Are you lonely, Sukuna?” You say sarcastically. Recently, the two of you have been joined at the hip—you’re struggling to find any time when you’re alone.

“Wouldn’t you be? Been out here by myself for years; it’s nice to have someone to talk to, even if she’s bitchy sometimes.”

“I prefer to call it bossy.”

“Whatever, both mean the same thing.”

While your relationship with Sukuna is mainly platonic, there have been a few drunken occasions where the two of you have shared kisses—nothing more. When it happens, it is never spoken about, leaving it to linger in your mind. You gaze up at him and he grins, pressing his forehead to yours. He has always been touchy with you from the get-go, something you had to rapidly adapt to.

“Who are you looking at like that?” He flicks your cheek while his fingers brush over your skin.

“You’re getting scruffy.”

“I wasn’t aware I was obligated to shave for you.” He scratches his jaw and clasps your hand in his, placing it against the side of his face.

“It tickles.” You graze your fingers up and down the prickly pieces of stubble while he nudges you closer.

“Do I suit it?”

“Makes you look older than you are,” You taunt—in reality, he suits it exceptionally, “Why are you in such a good mood?”

“Am I not allowed to be happy?”

“I didn’t say that—”

“Be a good girl and stay quiet. You’re going to make me miss the end of my show.” He hoists you onto his lap and cradles your head close to his.

“You are so out of touch with reality.”

“This is my world out here, angel. You’re part of it; things work how I want them to.”

“I can’t see the TV like this—”

“Shh,” He continues stroking the back of your head, pressing a kiss to the top, “Don’t fuss now.”

“Why do you treat me like an incompetent child?”

“Because you act like one. You can’t do a single thing for yourself without instructions from me.”

“Maybe it’s because I don’t want to mess things up for you, Sukuna. This is your source of income.”

Rather than replying, he just hums and holds you in place. There is no use wriggling while trapped in his grasp; he easily overpowers you in physical strength. Though you can’t see the screen since your face is tucked into the crook of his neck, you can still hear the dialogue and the occasional ads playing between breaks. Your breathing slows and your body grows limper as you drift off in the drowsiness, only to be snapped out of it when Sukuna finally decides to strike up a conversation again.

“There she is,” He pulls you back and smiles at your exhausted features. Your eyes can barely keep themselves open, but this is the part of the day when Sukuna feels he can talk to you without receiving the attitude you usually carry, “Aren’t you just a pretty little thing?”

“I’m tired.” You whine, shifting in his lap in an urgent attempt to escape to bed.

“You look it,” Sukuna snickers, fixing your messy hair, “You going to give me a goodnight kiss before you go?”

Goodnight kisses were a custom here, or at least that’s what he told you. Every night before heading up to sleep, you would kiss him on the cheek—just a peck. You had no reason to question it given the seemingly innocent gesture, so you leaned forward without hesitation. Just as your lips are about to reach his cheek, he spins his head and your lips meet, encapsulating you in a full kiss. Your breath wavers as his lips cast a hypnotic cloud over your mind. For someone so rugged, he knew how to give you exactly what you wanted. Before he has time to boost the intensity, you pull away and swat the string of saliva forming between your two mouths. You gawk at him while he stares back, eyes unable to control themselves from drifting back down to his lips.

“Best get you to bed.” He toys with your fingers individually while you sit there, still processing the interaction.

“Are you going to keep pretending this didn’t happen?”

“Which?” He grins, but you only huff in frustration. You’re beginning to develop feelings for Sukuna, yet he treats it like a game which he decides when to play. He recognises the light parting from your eyes and groans, preparing himself to enter lands he doesn’t wish to tread in, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Yes, I do. I just want to know why. I can excuse it when we’re drunk—but we’re both sober.”

“I have a hard time controlling myself, that’s why,” You feel his gaze drift down your body while he continues, “I don’t think you understand how difficult this is for a man like me. I’ve been doing everything I can to not make you uncomfortable.”

“Just a struggle constantly admiring something you’ll never have.” He adds, loosening his hold on your waist.

“You’ll never have it because you keep holding yourself back.”

“Yeah? Are you sure you want me to let go?”

“I’m equally as tortured as you are. We should at least give it a try; all we do is lead each other on.”

“Let me make it clear,” He thrusts his hips up, drawing you into a more intimate position, “If anything happens between us, you aren’t exempt from working on the farm.”

“Is that what’s been holding you back?”

“Who would I be without my pretty little helper?” His hand grazes up and down your back as you lower yourself, reconnecting your lips with his.

The two of you were tangled, sloppy kisses in a messy embrace. You were grinding against him while he would shift in his seat, his boner growing exponentially quicker due to how relentlessly your hips moved. Part of your fantasy is being fulfilled—the fantasy he had accidentally constructed by being unable to control his urges. If he had never kissed you all those months ago, you would have never thought about him romantically; the dynamic shifted from only seeing him as your boss to seeing him as a regular person, prompting you to explore his personality. You were able to form an attachment with him, forgetting that he is in charge of your wages. Truth be, he has never treated you as an employee. If there were other workers, they would easily spot the special treatment given to you.

He hoists himself from the sofa while you’re secured in his arms, making his way upstairs to his bedroom. The beauty this house holds is romantic itself, including the sensual activities taking place inside of it. Walls are decorated with century-old paintings, wooden floorboards creaking while he shoves you against the closed door, hands eagerly roaming every inch of your body. A sensation he craved has finally been given to him, a spark of hope that his dreams may be possible. For a man like him, all he has is hope. A fragile thing to store your wishes in, but when it’s your only resort, you’re willing to place a bet on any party—even if it has the potential to fail. All of his life has been hard work; he figured he’d be better out here away from the rest of society, but perhaps he was wrong. He wasn’t fit for the city; it wasn’t made for a man with thoughts that no one else understands. Nowadays, people only believe their own standpoints—he’d be crucified before he let any words exit his mouth.

The mouth that was now suctioning on your neck; your body splayed on his mattress, eyes half-lidded at the overwhelming exposure to his passion. Digesting the layers of Sukuna over time made you realise that he is nothing like the person he portrays himself to be. He has a heart in his chest, but he never thought to use it for love; he let it shrivel, beating only to keep him alive. Your hand finds its way to his hair, digging in and wrapping around strands to maintain a strong hold. He grunts while tugging his pants down, finding your eyes possessing a wholesome gaze while you appreciate every detail of his face. No one had ever looked at him with such sheer adoration; it came as a surprise when his body was unable to process a reaction to it. He slows his speed, realising things moved far too swiftly for his liking.

“Do you want this?” He strokes your face, his lips resting on your hairline, dotting pecks along it, “Be honest. This will mean something to me, so I want it to mean something to you.”

“I do. More than anything, Sukuna. I just didn’t know whether I should’ve said anything—I’m sorry if I sent the wrong signals.”

“Know you say you’re not scared of me, but it’s frightening having feelings when you don’t know if they’re reciprocated, isn’t it?”

“All those times you were harsh made me think you wanted me gone.”

“Don’t say that. I was trying to push you away but I couldn’t find the will in me to carry it out,” He snickers at your previous comment, rubbing his brow bone while admitting the reasons behind his behaviour, “I started to care about you. I didn’t want you to get hurt, but you put up with me.”

“Guess we’re a good match. I’m persistent; your grumpy moods won’t affect me. I’m used to them.” 

“I’m not grumpy; I’m stubborn. Strong-willed if you want to blow me a compliment.” He helps you out of your overalls, now seeing you in your panties and plain shirt kneeling before him.

“You’re grumpy.”

“You’re just a little ball of sunshine, aren’t you? Can’t keep those snarky comments back even when I’m being nice.”

“Good thing you love being in the sun.”

“That was naughty,” He laughs, his husky tone echoing down your ear as you toss your shirt off the bed. Sukuna is rummaging through his bedside table drawers; he knows he has no condoms, but he doesn’t want to lose this opportunity, “You okay without a condom?”

“It’ll be fine,” You scrunch your nose and wrap your arms around him, thriving in his embrace before falling back into the main act, “I haven’t had sex in a while though.”

“Poor you.” He muses, laying you down so your head rests on the pillows. Despite his confident front, he also hasn’t had sex in a handful of years.

Urges don’t disappear despite the lack of sexual activity; he resorted to tending to himself. When you arrived, he knew how wrong it was to think of you so explicitly. You took over his life and it wasn’t purposeful. Whenever he would masturbate, his mind would wander to you—it was out of his control. He felt guilty getting off at the thought of you while you were oblivious; when he’d get up to clean himself off in the bathroom, he’d stop by your room door and stare at you resting peacefully, bidding you a silent apology for viewing you so indecently. There was a part of Sukuna’s life when he believed he didn’t deserve to experience one positive emotion—always too hard on himself due to the treatment he received from others who surrounded him while he was growing up.

The sight of his bare physique was a breathtaking view. Sukuna was a big man—you could tell even while he was clothed. His muscles are more defined than you could initially imagine. To maintain his image, he often bulks to boost his muscle size. With all the physical labour he does, it works perfectly in his favour; you can tell he’s almost to his desired form but not quite—some of his chunkiness remains. Part of you hopes he’ll keep it, but it’s unlikely that he has control over it. If he doesn’t do the heavy-duty work, no one else will. His lower abdomen has a poorly trimmed trail of hair—sometimes you wonder whether Sukuna knows how to take care of himself properly. He treats himself as a machine, hardly making time for the things he wants to do. He removes his dick from his boxers and shamelessly coaxes it in his pre-cum that had leaked from his tip, aiding the much-needed lubrication.

Spreading your legs for you, he makes sure to prepare you to the best of his ability. You were already wet, but taking him may show some difficulty. Due to the size difference, he wonders whether it’s worth attempting to bottom out or whether it will be too much for you to handle. He offers you his hand and you take it, intertwining your fingers to secure the connection of your souls. You squeeze your eyes shut as his tip slowly enters, waiting for him to inch the rest of his length in. Sukuna’s voice soothes you when he hears your whines, guiding you through the pain to discover the bliss.

He somehow reached the deepest point in you, unable to proceed further without witnessing you shift in discomfort. He slides out and re-enters, now working on finding his rhythm. His thrusts were slow but hard, an ideal combination to leave you a moaning mess underneath him. To add, the presence of his fingers on your clit was felt, building up your orgasm. 

“Open your eyes,” He pinches your hand and your eyelashes flutter open, locking on his lips as they head towards you, “That’s my girl.”

He traps you in a kiss, his tongue making its way into your mouth as you struggle to return the affectionate gesture, too busy relishing in the pleasure your body is experiencing. Your stomach was coiling together due to how gently he was handling you, a stark contrast for a rough man. Sukuna was desperately trying to bottom out; your cunt was making it difficult for him. Every chance he takes to push further, your walls tighten and he retreats.

“Come on, angel. Loosen up,” He draws near and peppers pecks on your face, “Won’t you do it for me?”

“Can’t.” You murmur, crushing his hand with all your might while he continues to try.

“Yes, you can. My girl never gives up.”

“It hurts—” You bite your lip and turn your head aside, attempting to suppress the whimper threatening to spill.

“I know it does, I know. You’re taking me so well; hold out a little longer, yeah?” His tone was silvery, your skin tingling from his words. While he’s talking, he notices himself slipping in further.

“That’s it, just a bit more,” His hands brush over your nipples while he kneads your breasts, distracting you from the pain, “Think about how good it’ll feel when you’re stuffed with my dick.”

“You like that? Want me to cum deep inside you, fuck it in further when I’m done.” The more he talks down at you, the hotter your body becomes. You had never been flustered by dirty talk before, but with him—it’s a different story.

“Look,” He spins your head forward and your eyes drift down, “Told you that you could take it all.”

He lifts your hand and presses it down on your lower abdomen, holding it there while he thrusts in and out. You feel the movement created by him, in awe your body was able to accept him in the first place.

“Shit— Sukuna,” You gasp, jaw trembling as it hangs open, “I’m going to tear something!”

“You’re not, baby. You’ll get used to it. Your pussy hasn’t had much attention in a while, has it?” He muses, intending it to be as condescending as it sounded, “Didn’t think you’d be one to get off on praise. All those times I’ve complimented you probably had you soaked.”

“Don’t!— You’re an asshole.” You confirmed he cracked you, now opening up several new opportunities for him.

“You don’t like being teased? That’s a shame,” Sukuna’s lip twists up, a deadly smirk for a woman in your position to see, “I love playing with pretty girls like you. That gorgeous—” Sukuna’s eyes widen when an unexpected moan comes from his mouth, interrupting his sentence.

“Have you seen what you’re doing to me? Out of every girl I’ve slept with, I’ve never slipped up like that.”

“You feel so good.” You mutter, repeating your statement several times to fill the silence.

All of his stamina was depleting; his orgasm was approaching far quicker than he expected. Rutting into you becomes a sloppy task; he lets his groans fill your ear while he lowers his body to yours. You were almost pressed to him, losing yourself as he chased his high. Your orgasm was released a while ago, now ramping up to a second one with the angle his tip is hitting inside. Thrust after thrust, he slowly came undone, his cum shooting inside of you. Your cunt squeezed him, draining his dick dry as it consumed everything he had to give. After a final few weak thrusts to push his cum deeper, he pulls out of you and stares down at your body. Your eyes were shut and your chest was heaving, arms limp when he raised and dropped them.

“Fucked the life out of you?” Sukuna lifts you, kneeling while you sit up, floppy limbs supported by him.

“Too big.” In better lighting, Sukuna notices the tear trails that mark your face.

“Shit,” As his eyes examine you, he notices a light amount of blood smeared up your inner thigh, “Lie down, I’ll be back.”

As soon as he let go, you allowed yourself to fall back, snuggling up to the pillow while he disappeared from the room. His bedroom was much nicer than yours, a lot larger too. The cat bed is placed next to his closet; Sukuna recruited the house cat when you grew an attachment to it, refusing to let her go. She enjoys roaming around the house, often paying visits to you when you’re trying to sleep. Returning with a damp cloth, he wipes your legs clean and checks his sheets, relieved none made it that far. Since there’s some spare time remaining, he climbs into bed with you and takes you into his arms. You snuggle up to him instantly and burrow your head under his chin, drifting off to rejuvenate lost energy.

Sukuna finds himself smiling while you rest on him, your bodies completely bare, sharing the vulnerability. He has always labelled himself responsible for you—now more so than ever. You trust him enough to allow him to see you so intimately; that’s one thing you won’t regret. A man of values is forever loyal. Despite being worn out, there were still tasks dwindling on the farm. Allowing your fifteen-minute nap, he eventually shakes you up. You climb out of bed first and snatch his boxers and button-up shirt, dressing yourself in his clothes. He furrows his brows while retrieving his tank top and a fresh pair of boxers, doing himself up while watching you intently.

“You’ll get cold.” Sukuna hands you one of his coats and you slide your arms in, now dashing downstairs to the door to put your boots back on.

“It’s nearly summer—it’s not that bad out.” You suck your lower lip in and burst out the door, beaming back at Sukuna while he follows your lead.

“You’re going to hurt yourself.” In all his years he has never experienced anyone attempt to run while facing backwards; your playful ways never fail to stun him.

“Catch me!” You take off, travelling towards the barn while he shakes his head. You were a great distance up the field, but he knew he’d easily catch up to you.

Your spirit was wild, living freely rather than tying yourself down with the worries of life. Unlike Sukuna, he takes a grounded approach; he’ll harbour all the tragedies if it allows you to keep that innocence burning inside you. Picking up his pace, he sprints after you, noticing you trip over your own foot and sprawl out flat in the grass. He dropped down on top of you, sharing your giggle as he held your head close to his. Two troubled spirits tied into one, a relationship blooming much like the budding flowers in the greenhouse, the start of a delightful new beginning, an opportunity to alter life for the better. Unhinged, raw love awaiting; a blessing for a man who thought he’d never experience sharing that with someone he valued.

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who would you like to see for the next NEW oneshot:

choso

sukuna

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Voting ended onJun 20, 2024

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should i just transform into a sukuna fan account at this point

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who would you like to see for the next NEW oneshot:

choso

sukuna

toji

Voting ended onJun 20, 2024

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Hey, are you taking requests rn? Just wanted to make sure before I send one in!

yes, i am taking requests! my asks will always be on unless i post stating otherwise — i’ll work through any requests when i have a completely empty schedule

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FORBIDDEN ADDICTION

Sukuna x Fem Reader

Summary: You were framed. Set up by your ex for something you did not do. The lies he spread managed to wrap you up in a court case, resulting in you losing everything you had once come to love—you lost your entire life as you used to know it. Though you were proven innocent, it did not alter the harsh judgements others had already executed upon you. They outcast you from society; you’re now dwelling in areas they could only imagine in their worst nightmares.

Word count: 3.2k

Contains: Established relationship, slight degrading, fingering, oral sex, throatfucking, light bondage, penetration, creampie, mentions of substances, brief angst, comfort, dealer!sukuna, fem!reader, sukuna is not yuji, both reader + sukuna are in mid-late 20s, alternate universe: no curses

Note: this is the sukuna takeover

Harrowing silence drones as your heels clack against the pavement, the sidewalk illuminated by weak street lights. Life decided to dump the worst period of misfortunate events on you in the span of three weeks, and you are living through the aftermath. Police investigations, termination of your job, being kicked out of your original tenancy, and now forced to live in a rundown area surrounded by high-risk individuals. Your family wants nothing to do with you, nor do your friends—none of this is your fault. You feel like bursting into tears when you wake up every morning; not a thing you have done could equate to you deserving this. There’s nothing you can do—this is how you have to live. The words of deceit others can use against you are the most powerful weapon; you do not need to be armed to destroy another person. Those you trust may not be as innocent as they seem; it’s not the case of who, it’s when. 

Forcing the key into the lock, you launch your purse into the hallway and groan. This house is falling to pieces—the glass in the window shaking from the force you slammed the door shut. The wood is rotting, the paint is peeling from the walls, and you don’t have a bed frame—just a thin mattress on the floor. You storm into the bathroom and toss your clothes into the laundry basket; the pain from painting yourself presentable only to be denied from the job interview has pushed you over the edge. How could the people who know you better than anyone else not take your side? Even if the court has proven you innocent, your reputation will forever remain tainted. Your ex wanted to make you miserable, and he won. Won over the heart of the people who created you, making them toss their own flesh and blood away so carelessly.

Strutting through the halls of the house in your lingerie, you peek out the kitchen window and see the gathering in the backyard—this was nothing uncommon; this is how it works around here. A woman passes you as you make your way up the stairs, jabbing a needle straight into her arm to chase that high she craves. She had a sparse head of hair and bones visible for the eye to see—a long-time heroin addict. While it frightened you at first, you had gotten used to it quickly; she was one of the kinder ladies you are familiar with. You’ve been here for a year, witnessing more concerning scenarios than a few drug addicts lurking around your house. You were lucky enough to bump into a dealer who opened his home to you; he’s been here his entire life, understanding the ins and outs of all residents in the area. He finds the position you’re in amusing—a well-off girl forced out of the big city and into the areas they hide from the likes of civilians like you. The two of you grew close quickly, resulting in a relationship blossoming.

As part of your agreement, you keep this place together. All of the cleaning, cooking, and laundry is your responsibility. You serve to please him—that’s how you keep this roof over your head. A potent smell of cannabis wafts out from the open door, and a whistle catches your attention. You turn around, noticing Sukuna beckoning you over. It took you a month to learn his real name; he goes by a multitude of different nicknames, claiming it’s the best way to keep his identity concealed. His legs are spread wide and he nods his head when you step into the shared bedroom, a motion for you to close the door behind you. He was scruffy-looking with his unshaved stubble and untamed hair; unlike many other men, he’s able to pull off an unkempt look.

“You alright, Princess?” Plumes of smoke exit his mouth as he shifts, thrusting his hips up to reposition himself. Princess was the title given to you due to your background. Compared to him, you lived a life of royalty.

“I didn’t get the job.” You pierce your lips together and sit on his knee, his arm sliding you closer to his torso.

“Told you, didn’t I? You can’t have shit when you live out here—they want us to stay ruined.”

“I just want to go home.” You sniffle, voice wavering while tears leak from your eyes, leaving patches on his hoodie.

“Is this place not enough for you?”

You didn’t answer—he knows more than anything that you aren’t cut out for this lifestyle, but that doesn’t make him sympathise with you. Since you got here, he made it clear you knew that once you stepped into this world, there would be no going back. Specifically, the fact that you not only entered this life of depravity but also his personal space. Your empty tears are worthless, though he continues to comfort you, giving you that sense of security he needs you to keep. Sukuna has big plans for you, whether you agree with the future he has chosen for you is no longer yours to comment on. He provides for you, meaning you rely on him. If you fail to please, you lose the few luxuries you are given; a cruel but useful dynamic—at least in his case.

“If you want a job so bad, I know a guy that does porn. I could hand you over to him—” Noticing the low pitch of his tone, you could sense Sukuna’s mood shifting. He has very little patience, and prodding the wrong nerve is not something you would like to do.

“No! No, I’m fine. It was worth a try, wasn’t it?” You wipe away your tears and gaze up at him, his stoic face possessing the most handsome features you have ever seen. His face was covered in tattoos, much like the rest of his body.

“I think you’re just ungrateful. You have it better than everyone else here, yet you still find a way to complain.” His rough flesh rubs against you while he holds your face in his hand, glaring at you with a blank expression.

“I am grateful, I really am, but—”

“You can’t even put on an act when we have sex; at least pretend you’re enjoying it,” He shoves you off of him and stands up, pulling the skin of his face down while he stands by the window, “I give you everything and you can’t give me anything in return. How useless are you?”

“What?” 

“What? You know you put no effort in. You don’t even open your mouth properly when you give head. I’ve got every right to take you off your birth control; you should be grateful I put you on it in the first place.”

“Why are you arguing with me—”

“Because you’re pissing me off. It’s every day I hear you bitch on about how much you miss your life—you’re fucking living it; how delusional are you? The world doesn’t stop spinning just because you’re unhappy. You made mistakes, shouldn’t have dated that asshole, and now you have to live through the consequences of your actions.” He yells, causing you to flinch. His tone frightens you; he hardly ever bothers to raise his voice unless you persistently step out of line.

“You know I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Tough shit; my opinion doesn’t matter anyway. It never has.”

“I didn’t mean to upset you—”

“You knew what you were saying; don’t pull that card. I know I can’t give you everything, but I’m giving you what I have. Do you know how much that takes for someone like me?”

“I’m sorry,” You mutter, lip quivering as you glance at him, your pretty face moulded with a pitiful frown.

“Do you know how lucky you are that I’m the person who took you in? Any other man around here would have sold you off for some extra cash,” He tosses the roach of his joint out the window and strides back over to you, trapping you in his full embrace, “I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you, baby. You know better than to say things like that. I do everything for you to live comfortably. I know this place isn’t exactly a dream, but I can’t do anything about that.”

“Don’t cry, come on,” He lies down flat and positions you on his chest, firmly holding your hand in his, “There’s a reason I chose to keep you. You’re the smartest girl I know; you’ve cut me a lot of slack—I appreciate that.”

“That’s because every other woman around here is a brainless drug addict that you profit off; they’d sleep with you if they knew they could get anything for free.”

“Doesn’t matter. They choose to put these drugs into their system; I’m just providing it to them. Women like that have never been my type; I like them like you.”

His hand rubs up and down your back, a poor effort to console you through your sobs. After a while, your eyes grow dry; you remain on top of him, intently listening to the thumps of his heartbeat. It remained silent until you began to stir, sitting up abruptly to stretch your exhausted body.

“I thought you looked stunning today. I would’ve given you the job if I were your interviewer.” His index finger traces circles on your palm; Sukuna’s way of apologising is by not saying the words but finding an alternative which had the same effect.

“I didn’t mean to ruin your mood, Sukuna. I’m glad I have you; it’s a relief to not go through this alone—I appreciate what you have done for me.”

“I’ll always be here. Won’t forget about me if you make it back to the city, will you?”

“I’d take you with me.”

“Look at you, sweet-talking me,” He drags you down and connects his lips with yours, luring you in with his passion, “Can’t leave me behind; looks like someone got attached.”

“Are you not going to deny it?” He grins, revealing his snaggletooth. He looks sinister in a desirable way, a forbidden guilty pleasure.

With his filthy words laced in a silvery tone, you grew flustered quickly. Sukuna may not be financially well-off, but he is rich in experience. His hands drift down down your body, brushing over the outline of the design on your panties. Before you know it, he slips his fingers under the material and comes in contact with your increasingly soaked cunt. He has you in his hand, his puppet; you whine as he relentlessly toys with your clit, his thumb brash with its rough motions. 

“You should be ashamed. Do you get off when I talk down on you?” He slips one finger in your hole—an easy entrance. You shake your head and he cackles—a lie the oblivious would catch onto, “Only a whore could get herself that wet before being touched; maybe you do belong here.”

Since one finger has no impact, he slips a second one in and curls them inside, forcing them deeper and sensing your walls tighten around him. You could no longer deny your arousal when the obscene sounds of your cunt were all you could hear—even your own body has betrayed you. Sukuna was ruthless; the force at which his fingers were fucking you was to his liking, ignoring the pleas and whimpers you murmur between moans. 

“I truly have never met anyone as pathetic as you. You whine about your old life, refuse to make changes, but stay to flaunt your tits and give your pussy away to a felon,” Sukuna lowers himself, his moistened lips pressed against your neck, “You’ve never had any self-respect.”

Sliding his fingers out, he shoves them into your mouth, expecting you to clean your slick off of him. You could taste yourself on your tongue—a flavour you aren’t familiar with. He was treating you with no regard, vigorously manoeuvring you into a new position while he pulled down his pants. Since you weren’t moving at his speed, you were dragged down to your knees, legs colliding with the wooden floorboards.

“You’re going to open your mouth properly for me this time, aren’t you?” He digs his hand into your hair, bunching up enough of it to get a firm grip. You nod while he pulls his dick from his boxers, rubbing the tip against your lips, “Nice and wide.”

Preparing yourself mentally, you slowly unhinge your jaw before he forces your head down, pushing his entire length to the back of your throat. Your initial reaction was to pull away, but he held you there while you clung to his thighs. You made your first mistake by letting him get his way, abusing the privilege of bobbing your head recklessly. It was becoming hard to breathe, your eyes welling with tears as you struggled to take him. A knock on the bedroom door catches his attention, grunting before he calls out.

“Who is it?” Sukuna didn’t think to give you a break, he instead continued to throatfuck any thoughts out of your brain, wiping your mind clean. 

“I need my fix.” The unfamiliar voice grovelled, attempting to rattle the door handle open.

“Kenjaku is—” Sukuna bites his tongue, attempting to suppress his groan, “—In the backyard. I’m busy.”

“He doesn’t have what I need.”

“He will if you ask; he’ll get it for you. Doesn’t take much to—” Sukuna curses and pulls your head back, watching the strings of saliva spill out your mouth. Your lips are swollen, cheeks drenched from tears, all while his cum rests on your tongue.

The presence at the door no longer remains and Sukuna continues stroking his dick, allowing the last drops of cum into your mouth. With that look on his face, you knew exactly what he was telling you to do. You closed your mouth and swallowed, then stuck your tongue to show him it was gone. This is a routine experience; you know the exact procedure he likes to maintain.

“It’s much better for both of us when you open your mouth properly, isn’t it?” He hoists you up and you nod, slung into his arms bridal style as your body plummets onto the mattress, “Get on your stomach.”

Rummaging around the floor, Sukuna finds his belt and binds your wrists together, minimising your freedom to move as you please. You have no support in this position, your face shoved into the pillow with one hand crushing your skull flat. Sliding inside of you with little time to waste, he begins his thrusts hard, exerting as much force as he can to earn a squeal from you. Repeating it several times, he finds the spot which allows him to continue at ease, your cunt welcoming him as he pushes deeper inside. His fingers were pitching your skin from how roughly he was holding your hips, the occasional slaps of your ass not helping distinguish between pleasure and pain.

Before he pulls out, he plants kisses down the centre of your spin, undoing your bound wrists. He rests his back against the wall and carts you on top of him, lining his tip with your entrance. You slide your hands under his hoodie, patting around his abdomen, attempting to peel it off of him. Noticing your struggle, he removes it himself and places it aside, now shirtless as you snuggle your face into the crook of his neck. Sukuna knew this was one of your favourite positions; you ramble on about how close it makes you feel to him all the time. This is something he rarely gives to you; he finds himself coming to enjoy it too.

“Look at me; I want to see that beautiful face,” He scratches the side of your neck as he slowly inched his way inside your sopping hole. You struggle to find the strength to push yourself up, but you manage it with his assistance, “You’re doing so well today. Fucking soaking, you know I love it when you get like that.”

“I never meant to hurt your feelings; I know you’re innocent. My angel has never done a single thing wrong,” The hand cupping your cheek makes it feel as though you’re melting into his palm, his touch delicate unlike the way he’s fucking you, “I’d kill that bastard myself for the way he spoke about you.”

“He doesn’t know what he’s missing. Didn’t know how to make you cum and treated you like shit either way,” Sukuna cackles, his heavy breathing fanning across your face, “If you’re going to be an asshole at least fuck your girl properly. Right?”

“His dick was too small—” You bite your lip and whine as he grinds your hips, his tip massaging your g-spot, “—And he was ugly.” Sukuna releases an amused huff and plasters your face with pecks, soothing you as loud moans spill from your mouth.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Cum leaks from Sukuna’s tip, doing his best to last longer before his orgasm reaches its peak. The way your walls had tightened as you unleashed your orgasm didn’t help him, his grunts filling your ear.

“Yes, ‘feels really good.” You mutter, beginning to slur your words as your eyes close over—body already overstimulated.

That was enough to cause the coil in Sukuna’s core to snap, his cum now spurting out, claiming you internally as he does externally. You slump onto his sweaty chest and his arms wrap around you, keeping his dick inside you for a while longer as you both come down from the high. His chest was heaving, and your legs were aching from the extended period you were held in certain ways.

“I’ll get us out of here one day. I know you hate it,” Sukuna’s voice comes across more mellow than it usually is, passing the warm intent he intends to convey, “Move out of this state, leave all this behind. Get a nice house, get married, have a few kids. Everything you should’ve had.”

“I hope he regrets everything he’s ever done to me, Sukuna.” You sniffle, eyes locked as he slides the strap to your bra back up.

“He will. Do you think he’ll ever be happy?” Sukuna slides off of the mattress, catching a glimpse of the mixture of cum pouring out of your cunt, dripping down your inner thigh, “I think he’ll be miserable.”

“He took nearly all of my money—the money that I earned. He’ll never amount to anything without me.” 

Grabbing a towel from the chest of drawers, he wipes you clean and pulls your panties back up. You continue to rant about how you pray for your ex’s downfall; meanwhile, he is too focused on getting you comfortable. While you’re rambling on, you lift your arms up without thinking and his hoodie covers you up, snapping you back from your hateful rant.

“What would you like?” Sukuna rummages through the pockets of his pants, hurling his phone into your hands.

“What do you mean?”

“Is there anything you want to buy?” He hums, putting on a clean shirt while dressing himself properly.

“Maybe a new pair of heels.” You beam, unlocking his phone and opening straight up to the browser.

“Find yourself some and show me. Do you want to say hello to everyone downstairs?” 

“Not really.” You poke your tongue out slightly as you sift through pages of shoes, now in your own world.

“I’ll be back up soon; I’ll buy you a little something extra tomorrow too.” 

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why have i slowly progressed and turned into a sukuna fan account when did this happen

[honehonn3honey]

Sillykuna lol

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when that true form sukuna merchandise drops you won’t recognise the person i’ll become