"exes don’t keep each other close, do they?"
2.5k wc : detailed smut : sukuna x reader
your laughter and shoko’s bounce off the walls. it’s one in the morning, and the two of you had the brilliant idea to prank call people—it’s the only right thing to do at a sleepover. “omg omg omg, who should we prank next?”
“hmm, let me see…” you scroll through your saved contacts on your phone. shoko sits next to you, watching over your screen as well. It’s safe to say that both of your contacts are pretty dry, and there aren’t many people acquainted with either of you who are worth pranking.
“wait!” shoko exclaims; her eyes catch a contact that stands out from the rest.
you stop in your tracks, “what?”
“that,” she clicks on the contact saved under “don’t answer,” “is that sukuna?”
sukuna is your ex. your very beloved ex. you guys have a toxic thing going on; some days you guys act all mushy and swoon in love, the next it’s like there’s hell on earth. this confusing dynamic between the two of you caused you to break up with him, which might’ve been the hardest thing you’ve done.
cutting off sukuna out of your life was honestly more of an effort influenced by everyone around you than something you wanted to do willingly on your own. you only went through with it because, in that moment, you were fed up with him and did it out of pettiness. and also because you know deep down the people around you are right—relationships aren’t meant to stress you out.
but there’s something about sukuna that you just can’t get over. you’ve never met anyone quite like him, and now you have his number saved under “don’t answer” because you can’t resist him.
you nod your head, “yeah…should we prank call him?”
shoko groans, “y/n…i thought you’d blocked him.”
you sheepishly smile, “and then i…unblocked him…” you know it’s wrong, but you can’t help yourself.
“seriously?” shoko scoffs, “what is it about him that you like so much…?” shoko cannot even fathom why someone as smart, accomplished, and beautiful as you would stoop so low to give someone like sukuna a chance. sure, he’s conventionally very attractive, but to shoko, he’s an ugly, twisted being with a dark, eerie soul.
you sigh, trying to find the right words to describe how you feel about him, “he’s just so…addicting. i dunno—like, yeah, when it’s bad it’s bad. but when it’s good, it’s so good, you know?”
shoko stares at you for a moment, studying how your face shifts as you talk about sukuna. “you love him, it’s written all over your face, and it’s gross. seriously, y/n, you can do so much better.”
you grab a pillow and playfully throw it at her face, “yeah, yeah, we can all do better,” you remark, not wanting to hear about how you deserve better and whatnot.
“hey!” Shoko squeals as she attempts to stop the pillow from making contact with her face. “we’re not prank calling him, though. don’t give him your time of day…or night.”
it’s the next day, and shoko left a couple of hours ago, leaving you alone in your room—the time nearing midnight. which might not be the best thing for you since your mind can’t stop thinking about sukuna.
maybe it has something to do with the fact that nearly twenty-four hours ago, you were about to get hold of him, but couldn’t thanks to shoko’s disapproval.
you’ve been fighting the urge to text him ever since. and not to mention, all this boredom has caused your libido to spike—a girl is hor-knee! thinking about sukuna definitely isn’t helping your cause either.
gosh—the way he fucked you was so intoxicating…you ache to be fucked like that again.
not just by anyone. by him, specifically. you couldn’t stand the thought of getting intimate with anyone other than him.
and so, not giving it any further thought, you decide to text him. shoko can be as mad as she wants for all you care—you’re a big girl, an adult. you can make your own decisions.
your fingers scramble, typing out a message to send to sukuna. you feel all shaky, breaking out into a cool sweat as you read the text over and over again. it’s a simple text—super vague. but it carries a heavy consequence.
you close your eyes, and let out a prolonged exhale. three…two…one…send!
you stare at the message. fuck. you really shouldn’t be doing this.
your shoulders ease. he responded—a little too fast and casually. you roll your eyes at his response with a snicker. "baby," as if you guys were still dating. which…really, what even are you two? because exes don’t keep each other close, do they?
you bite your nails, the anticipation of his next reply gnawing at you.
a giddy smile spreads across your face. he’s coming over, yes, yes, yes! you don’t know what you were expecting, or why you felt so anxious to text him in the first place. of course, sukuna is on his way.
in about twenty minutes, give or take, your phone dings. you don’t even have to look at the notification to know it’s sukuna. you immediately unlock it to his message:
you hurry to the door and unlock it. there he stood, with a smug look on his face. your six-foot something, pink-haired, tattooed, ripped man. he might not be your boyfriend anymore, but he’s still yours. “hey, pretty,” he speaks up.
you scoff at the compliment; he’s trying to butter you up. “no need to be all sweet,” you respond.
sukuna walks inside, shutting and locking the door behind him. he wastes no time getting his hands on you, pulling you closer to him. “but i mean it tho.”
your breath catches at the sudden action. oh, how you’ve missed his touch. “yeah, yeah, sure you do.”
sukuna tilts your head up, his gaze piercing into yours. “so,” he murmurs, dragging his thumb along your waist, “you called me over for what exactly?”
you feel your cheeks get warm and shy away, “i was…feeling lonely, i guess,” you respond, feeling too embarrassed to give him the actual reason.
but that’s not what sukuna wanted to hear. his hands slowly travel down further, hooking the waistband of your pants. “c’mon doll, you didn’t text me ‘u up?’ for no reason, did you?” he says almost mockingly.
you feel really hot. “i…” you muster up the courage to say, “...want you to fuck me.” boom. straightforward, just like he wanted.
sukuna’s mischievous smile grows wider at your boldness, “such a fucking slut,” he mutters under his breath.
before you can fire back, sukuna’s lips crash into yours, rough and desperate like he’s been waiting for this exact moment. his hands grip your waist, fingers digging in just enough to make you hitch. you gasp softly into the kiss, fingers instinctively grabbing the front of his shirt.
you forgot just how intense he is. sukuna doesn’t kiss sweetly, no. he kisses like he’s taking something from you—taking control over you.
he backs you further into the wall, his body pressing flush against yours, tall frame towering over you. the heat radiating off of him makes your head spin.
when he finally pulls back, it’s only barely—just enough for the two of you to breathe. his eyes slowly scan your face.
“missed me that much?” he murmurs.
you scoff, trying to recover a bit of dignity that evaporated the minute you texted—clear by the way your lips are already swollen from the kiss. “don’t get cocky,” you mutter.
sukuna laughs softly under his breath. “too late for that, baby.” his hands slide from your waist down to your ass, squeezing lightly before dragging them back up again. the casualness of his gesture makes your stomach twist. “you called me over to fuck you,” he reminds you, voice low.
“yeah, well, you’re the one who got here within twenty minutes,” you retort.
“because you missed me. don’t know why you even bothered breaking up with me.”
your face heats up. you hate how he’s right. your fingers tighten his shirt. “you talk too much,” you remark.
“oh yeah?” sukuna mutters. “funny. you used to like that about me. or do you still?”
before you can say anything back, he grabs your chin and pulls you into another kiss—even harder this time. your back hits the wall again as he crowds you there, enveloping you.
and you melt into him instantly.
your hands slide up into his hair, gripping tenderly, causing sukuna to let out a low sound against your lips.
sukuna wraps his beefy arms around you to lift you, your legs wrapping around his abdomen instantly. one of his arms stays wrapped around while the other grips your ass as he holds you up for support.
quickly making his way into your bedroom, he practically throws you in the bed, your body bouncing from the aggressive contact.
sukuna keeps his eyes locked on you as he takes off his shirt. fuck—you look so sexy like this—so tempting.
he immediately crawls over to you as soon as his shirt hits the floor. his larger frame towers over your smaller, more delicate one.
he undresses you in record timing, hungry for the warmth of your bare skin. he leaves a trail of kisses from the neck down, making a stop at your breasts.
he twirls his tongue around one nipple while his hand toys with the other.
a stifled moan escapes from you. the sensation you feel from your nipples being touched alone is enough to send your mind into a haze.
sukuna pulls away his mouth to look down at you, “c’mon princess, lemme hear you.” all he wants to do is savor the sounds of your sweet, melodic moans. he’s gone too long without hearing you—he can’t have you holding back now.
and so you do. you relax yourself, allow yourself to loosen up. fuck it—you’re already here in bed with him. might as well go all out.
sukuna glides his thumb over your cunt. “fuck, baby—so fuckin’ wet f’me…” he groans. his dick twitches as he gathers your slick from your drenched pussy.
he inserts one finger, causing you to whimper. then two, “mngh,” you moan. finally three. three of his thick fingers, stretching you wider. “kuna… ‘s too much…” you cry. but you love the way it hurts.
“you’re doing so good, baby,” he coos. he slowly thrusts the three fingers inside your gushing hole, curling them, hitting all the right spots. “such a good girl f’me.”
and once he feels like he’s prepped you enough, he pulls out all three fingers, the absence making you wince.
sukuna pulls down his pants, his cock springing free. he’s so hard, it hurts. he beats his dick to the thought of you daily—but having you in front of him like this—a complete mess for him, has him going feral for you.
he lines his dick up with your slimy pussy, sliding it up and down, his tip hitting your puffy clit repeatedly. “you’re such slut,” he groans.
“fuck you,” you bite back mindlessly and out of breath. you don’t care for the insults sukuna is throwing at you—not when he’s making you feel like this.
sukuna snickers scornfully. he then starts sliding himself in, slowly—too slowly. as if he were teasing.
“you break up with,” he inches deeper, “block me,” and deeper, “and then ask me to fuck you,” his entire length is now inside you, swallowed whole by your pussy. “slut,” he remarks again, breathlessly.
you gasp as you feel his tip kiss your cervix, and your walls throb around him. fuck fuck fuck–he feels so good.
sukuna’s hips start bucking on their own, thrusting inside your throbbing pussy, “that’s okay, though—hah,” he rasps.
your needy pussy feels so good around sukuna’s rock-hard cock, it’s making him go insane.
“you’ll always be mine,” he says, locking his eyes on you, studying your oh so pretty facial expressions.
you look so dangerously beautiful, taking his dick, moaning resoundingly from each plunge of sukuna’s dick.
“oh—fuhhck. ryo…” your vagina gushes, spurting out your arousal around sukuna’s cock.
sukuna picks up his pace at the sound of his name moaning out of your pretty, swollen lips. he’s missed the way you say the nickname you gave him, "ryo."
sukuna’s palm is pressed against the mattress, his forearm inches away from your face, while his free hand caresses your face—his thumb tenderly circles your cheek.
“say you’re mine,” he groans. “say it.”
“i’m all yours, ryo.” you wail. it’s true; you will forever be his.
“mmm…i’m gonna,” you feel your orgasm building up, making you moan relentlessly.
sukuna knows it, too. he can tell by the way your pussy is clenching around him—practically milking him. “you gonna cum, baby?” he thrusts even faster. “cum all over my dick, doll,” he demands.
your head tilts back, and your mind goes blank. all you see is white. your orgasm sends tingles through your entire body, making you feel warm all over.
sukuna admires the expression on your face as you orgasm around his cock; he’s the reason you look so pretty, making that whiny face. he looks down and sees the white circle forming at the base of his cock—the sight making his release approach.
after a few more sloppy thrusts, he pulls out, jerking his release off onto your stomach. thick, hot, ropes of cum shoot out of him, covering your tummy. “fuck—” sukuna mumbles under his breath. both of you are a panting mess.
sukuna leans down, blanketing his body over yours, peppering your face with kisses. “you did so good, princess,” he whispers as his mouth ghosts over the shell of your ear.
your hands go up to his face, both of your hands cupping him. you redirect his head so his eyes can meet yours.
your face softens at the sight of him. “don’t go…okay?” you really shouldn’t let him stay, but you really don’t want him to go. maybe you’re being selfish—maybe you're making all the wrong choices, but you can’t avoid your feelings for him.
something in sukuna shifts—it’s evident in his eyes. the dark eyes from before are now much, much softer, ardently staring at you.
“wasn’t planning on it, dumbass,” he mutters.
maybe this time you guys can actually work things out. maybe this time, you guys will actually work towards communicating with each other properly—no petty fights, no toxic retorts.
it’s obvious how badly both of you long for each other. love conquers all, right? maybe, just maybe, the love you share will outweigh the toxicity.
sukuna dips his head lower, resting it in the nook of your shoulder. his arms slither from under you, pulling you into what seems to feel like a hug. “i love you,” he whispers.
“i love you, too,” you whisper back.
a/n : i lowkey should’ve proofread this better—hopefully this isn’t absolute cheeks. however, if you do enjoy this, reblog it and i’ll give you a sloppy kiss
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