never going to be over that time I was trying to explain polyamory to my mum, and she said "I just don't understand how someone could be in love with two people at once" and I gave her my the-cognitive-dissonance-is-causing-me-physical-pain face and she said "what??" and I very quietly said "mother....you had an affair...."
mdni. themes; age gap, toji x female reader, slow sex, sleepy sex, spooning, cockwarming, creampie.
some nights you got so restless that it was unbearable. you lay there for hours on end, squeezing your eyes shut in a desperate attempt to drift off to sleep — seemingly having no luck.
even wrapped in your older boyfriend’s arms, it was impossible some nights. tonight being one of them.
toji’s firm chest was pressed against your back, one strong arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close. he’d fallen asleep over an hour ago, leaving you wide awake and bored out of your mind.
unfortunately for toji, he was a light sleeper most of the time, constantly alert or on guard. so of course, he feels you squirm against him, sighing loudly as you somewhat give up on trying to sleep.
toji furrows his brows, opening one eye, easily woken up by your movements. “quit movin’," he grumbles, pulling his arm around you tighter, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
“mm, can’t sleep," you respond, exhaling loudly again. toji drifts back to sleep easily, leaving you restless and bored once more.
you adjust your position, pushing your ass against him further. it was innocent enough at first, until you instinctively started grinding back against him, feeling his dick harden more and more with each movement.
toji’s eyes open again, a low groan escaping him as you continue to move your hips. “needy girl, need me t’ fuck you back to sleep? that what you want?"
his voice was deep and gravelly, slightly raspy from having just woken up — the sound only makes your cunt throb impatiently, desperate to be filled by toji’s thick cock.
"mngh, please—" you whine, feeling him begin to kiss the side of your neck lazily, hands making their way up your his oversized shirt. "yeah, i know, baby," he mumbles against your neck, squeezing your tits using two hands before trailing them lower, reaching your pussy.
you were already completely soaked.
something about the way his warm body pressed against you, hands exploring your body whilst he was half asleep, had you needier than ever.
he circles your clit lazily with two fingers, then plunges them into your cunt, curling them upwards so skilfully — so deliciously.
“fuck, don’t even need t’ warm you up. pretty cunts’ already drippin’ for me, huh?"
you nod feverishly, tilting your head back against his shoulder, giving him access to your throat as he withdraws his fingers, making you mewl from the loss of sensation.
"need it, please — now," you beg quietly, hearing him shimmy his sweatpants down, thick, throbbing cock slapping against your ass.
"shhh, s’okay. gonna give it to you," toji coos, lining his leaky tip up with your entrance.
without wasting a second, he pushes in, groaning sleepily into your ear as he bottoms out inside of you. you gasp quietly, beginning to rock against him, fucking yourself on his dick.
he places one hand on your hip, the other making its way around to rub slow circles over your clit.
“stay still, doll. just relax f’me, let me do the work," he rasps, rolling his hips against you, effortlessly hitting all the right spots.
you moan breathily, shutting your eyes as he fucks you to sleep. “mph, toji— feels s’good," you moan, opening your legs slightly wider, granting him more access.
“that’s my good girl, squeezin’ me so tight," he purrs.
you rarely saw this side of him when it came to intimacy. slow, gentle — deep strokes that had your eyes rolling back.
it was heaven on earth.
his thrusts remained unhurried, though his fingers quickened their pace, circling your swollen bud. "m’so— aghnn— close," you moan, becoming more fatigued with each dizzying roll of his hips.
“cum f’me, baby. thereee we go."
with a few more deep thrusts, the tension within you snaps, you clench around his cock, whimpering his name and clenching the sheets below you.
“gonna fill you up, keep you— hah— nice n’ full all night," he groans, spilling his load into your warm cunt seconds after.
based on how quiet and boneless you were, he assumed you’d fallen asleep. he doesn’t pull out, leaving both his warm load and fat cock stuffed inside you until the morning.
he presses one last kiss to your neck, then passes out soon after, cock beginning to soften inside you.
content: drabble, mentions of alcohol, sukuna’s an ass guy (rip readers ass), threats
Being with Sukuna isn’t for the weak. He’s not the most expressive person when it comes to his feelings, not even after an entire year of being in a relationship. He doesn’t do PDA, won’t partake in discussions when his friends start talking about the women they’re seeing, has a straight face the entire time whenever he does briefly talk about you.
But, everybody knows he loves you. Yourself included.
It’s in the way he keeps an eye on you in group settings, the way he’ll randomly come up to you with a new drink after noticing you’ve already finished the one you’ve been holding in your hand. Sukuna will be on his best behavior when you’re around, but will also lose his fucking mind if you are mildly inconvenienced.
“She asked for extra barbecue sauce 13 minutes ago,” he once snapped at a waiter. “Where the FUCK is it?” That was fucking embarrassing. In his defense, he refuses to start eating without you and you were waiting until they came back with it to touch your food.
At the end of the day, he simply wouldn’t have stayed this long if he didn’t hold any deeper feelings. They are there! He just has them hidden behind his god awful temper.
It’s not until he finds himself a little too drunk at a small party, when he randomly decides to be open and honest about how much he enjoys touching you.
And it starts with the resounding smack! of his palm as he cracked it against your ass cheek, followed by the yelp it pulled out of you, because it was the last thing you expected.
It reaches many people's ears, and when they turn to look towards the dining room table, they find you glaring at Sukuna. He looked fucking love struck with that glossy, faded look in his eyes as he sat back in his seat, rubbing the spot he decided to target while you were in the middle of looking for the lipgloss in your purse.
“That fucking hurt!” you hiss at him, swatting his hand away, only for it to go right back. “What is wrong with you?!”
“Looks fuckin’ nice in these shorts,” he says absentmindedly, smiling as he gave your ass a firm squeeze.
“Stop that,” you swat his hand away again.
“Quit acting like that hurt,” he scolds you, face softening as his hand goes back, again. “Love this ass—m’gonna fuck it one of these days.”
“Kuna!” you gasp, stunned by his sudden boldness when he’s nothing but reserved with you in public. “No you’re not—“
“Kiss me,” he cuts you off, his big hands now pulling you in by the waist.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No?!” You start to shove him away, which does nothing but make him laugh, especially when you look back at your friends who find themselves more than entertained by seeing this side of your relationship.
“The fuck are you looking at Shoko for? She’s not gonna save you from me—isn’t that right Shoko?” he raises his tone as he asks.
“Yeah, I’d rather not.”
“That’s what I thought.” He grins as he turns his attention back to you. “You see that, baby? She doesn’t give a fuck about you. Nobody does. Just me.”
And you laugh, because this is how he always teases you when you’re alone. “You sure it’s just not because everyone’s scared of you?”
“Good. You should be scared of me too, sweetheart,” he responds, as if it drives his point home. “Now give me my fuckin’ kiss.”
There’s a low groan that rumbles through his chest when you finally do kiss him, as if he’d been waiting for one the whole night. He grabs your jaw, slips his tongue into your mouth, drags it on for longer than it should’ve been.
“See? That wasn’t so hard,” he murmurs.
“Get a room, freaks,” Gojo yells out from the kitchen.
“Fuck off,” Sukuna easily cuts himself. “We’re going home so I can fu—”
“We never agreed to that?!”
notes: idek i haven’t written for sukuna in months and immediately wrote this when the idea popped up
Suguru always knew she loved the softness. The feel of women's skin against hers, the gentle brush of their hair and the loveliness of their eyes. Suguru always knew she would love to have a child. Just... not with her husband. But with his second wife.
.𖥔 ݁ ִֶָ࣪☾. ˖pairing: ꒰ Fem!Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader ꒱
.𖥔 ݁ ִֶָ࣪☾. ˖content/warnings: ꒰ inspired by the true story : WLW : forced marriage : age gap (reader in early 20s, Suguru in late 20s) : secret relationship : polygamy : lesbian love : fluff : a bit of smut : gentle sex : mentions of pregnancy : forbidden love : tooth-rooting fluff : 2.8k words ꒱
.𖥔 ݁ ִֶָ࣪☾. ˖notes: Because of Pride Month, I wanted to write a story about women who, because of the cultural and religious environment in which they live, need to keep their sexuality secret. This story is inspired by a relationship between two Omani wives of the same man, which I read about in a non-fiction book about the lives of Omani women. I am not Muslim, nor do I live in a Muslim country, but (as you may've noticed) I am interested in Arab countries and have tried my best to keep this story as respectful as possible.
Noor (نور) - light, brightness
art by @/_rinren_ on X
dividers by @strangergraphics
Suguru always knew that she preferred softness.
From the moment her deep, young eyes saw the heavy beard needling the man’s face, the long, curly hair coating her uncle’s back, her father’s calloused palms gripping her wrist, and the muscles bulging under the hard skin of his cousins' shoulders. Everything seemed too rough, almost aggressive, spiking an unpleasant flavour that spilt on her tongue.
Suguru could name the feelings bubbling beneath her chest whenever the boys at her school tried to tug at her long braids. Complimented a purple abaya that matched the depth of her almond-shaped eyes, circled by a fan of thick lashes. When they waited for her after school, under the shadow of a date palm, kicking little stones along the gravelly road. She always passed them by with indifference, and their coffee-coloured eyes followed her with misery.
As she was feeling irritation, anger, sometimes even disgust.
With two brothers at home, she should be used to this boyish foolishness they also beamed with, yet whenever a classmate taller than her was tried to brush a strand of her hair, she would slap his hand without hesitation.
Suguru knew that treating boys that way was no good. Her mother, her father, and the cousins reminded her of this, yet she simply couldn't force herself to like it. The depth of their voices and the brutal strength that filled their bodies.
She somehow couldn't understand the lovely chirping of her female friends whenever they spotted a boy whose shoulders filled his dishdasha and hair, black as the night, brushed the handsome crease of his forehead. And whenever his eyes spotted her small group of friends, they somehow always, always, would land on her.
With a deep wrinkle on her usually smooth face and eyes alluring like wild lavender, tugging at the young boys' hearts.
"Suguru, I think he wants to talk," her friend would say, while trying to pull herself away from her embrace.
But in such moments, Suguru would usually clasp their fingers more tightly and brush the silky skin of their friend's palm.
Much like in middle school, when everyone's hormones buzzed like crickets on a hot night, Suguru quickly realised how much she cherished the company of women. Their gentle fingers braiding her hair, skin always scented with flowers, eyes filled with sugary sweetness that melted on her tongue, mingling like tiny stars.
She liked whenever they cuddled into her chest, wrapping delicate arms around her waist. She loved when they decorated her skin with soft henna brushes, marking it with bending and curling patterns. She blushed when they cherished kohl kissing her waterlines, looking deep, deep, into her lavender eyes.
Suguru was always one of the tallest girls in class, and thus she loved how all her friends treated her like a big sister. Cuddling, tugging, and gripping her body in an always-so-innocent way, unaware that her heart melted whenever their fingers brushed.
Suguru had a few crushes in middle and high school, but she never made a move. She simply couldn't, for she had heard of long sentences and punishments for the love she somehow couldn't weed out of her soul. She knew that each of her friends would need to get a husband, have children and live a blissful life.
What was worse, Suguru knew she would also need to fulfil this tradition, even though she tried to put it off as long as she could.
After high school came university, and after university, a well-paid job; she didn't plan to resign solely for the sake of marriage. Born into a wealthy and rather understanding family, she could drag her feet for a long, long time, although her parents' dissatisfaction was slowly rising.
She could spend her own money on her own wishes and travel far and long, trying to ignore the ache blooming in her heart whenever she thought of what awaited her back home. In the evenings, she met her friends at lavish restaurants and cafes, where they chittered like fair birdies about the joys of their lives. They would talk about the marriage – Suguru would tell them about the latest trips.
But life in a country where being a woman sometimes still felt like being a dog on a leash, at its owner's hand, didn't pay off.
After she returned from one of her trips, Suguru's father made it clear that unless she found herself a husband, he would no longer, as her guardian, allow her to frill. Although by law she could travel alone, permission from a guardian was sometimes, rarely, required to show officials so she could cross the border without trouble.
On that night, for the first time in a long, long while, Suguru cried herself to sleep. With heart swelling with pain and disgust rising in her throat. The sole thought of having a husband and fulfilling marital duties filled her with uncontrollable rage. The sole thought of feeling those rough, heavy hands on her silky skin, of smelling the rich, heavy oil coating their necks and of a harsh beard brushing the soft petals of her cheeks – made her sick.
Her father, fortunately, allowed her to choose the husband herself, and thus he searched far and wide for the man who would be pleasing to the eye and of a personality easy to tame.
So when the neighbouring merchant came into her sight, Suguru stated that she would only marry him. A man of influence and wealth who would easily afford all her wishes. One with strangely delicate hands and kind eyes, who looked at her as if she were one of the long-forgotten Arabian goddesses.
With skin shimmering gold in the crisp sun, and those deep, almond-shaped eyes looking down at him with a slight annoyance. But he didn't mind, for he truly believed there was no one more beautiful than the Suguru herself, and so he married her on the spot.
He… felt that she was different. Slightly cold and mean. She refused to share a bed with him and forced to awkwardly explain why, after months of marriage, their child still wasn't on the way. She talked to him like a friend but avoided any closer contact, let alone the pleasure he wished to seek.
Looking with a furrowed brow at how she laughed and chittered with their maids, while treating her husband as nothing better than a dog. Sometimes, a nasty jealousy would bubble in his heart, for he truly prayed to see a child who would match Suguru's beauty.
He would watch her stroll through the garden of their home, with olive trees matching her silky skin and deep crimson abaya disappearing behind the corners of creamy columns. Sometimes, while Suguru enjoyed her time in the late nights, with the scorching sun long hidden behind the pale houses and stars mingling high over the city, slowly coming alive, he would invite himself to join.
And talk as if with a friend, while cherishing the softness of her voice and eyes that, after a few months, stopped looking at him like a pest.
On one such night, she offered something. Something he wasn't expecting to come directly from her, although he had thought about it for a while.
"Why won't we take the second wife?"
He froze, looking at her with a slight frown. "I thought you wouldn't like it."
"I know you wait for a child, and I cannot make your dream come true. Let's take a second wife, then. I will take care of her," she slipped in a promise, her sly gaze meeting his. "But I have one wish."
His spine straightened, as Suguru rarely had any of them. "Let me hear it, my wife."
Something bubbled beneath the soft skin of her forehead, and a few strands of crimson hair slipped from the loosely wrapped abaya, falling onto her cheeks. The deep plum of the material matched her dark lips as she curled them into a smile and narrowed her lavender eyes.
"Let me choose her."
A gentle wind suddenly stirred the still, burning air as he stared at her, his eyebrows almost brushing hairline. Men of his wealth often took more than one wife, but stories of nasty jealousy between the women and secret fights behind the husband's back were often the subject of female gossip.
And thus a warmth spread all over his chest, knowing that Suguru was not only eager to allow another woman to enter their household, but also offered to seek her out himself.
So he could only nod and smile, letting his wife play a matchmaker.
He didn't, however, know the reason for it.
That Suguru already had someone in her mind.
A woman of beauty far surpassing hers, with eyes of utmost kindness and a sweet laughter that made her heart skip a beat. With silky hands that brushed Suguru's cheeks with gentleness and a cheeky cheerfulness dancing in the corners of her eyes.
Suguru met you two months ago, accidentally bumping into you at a cafe. It was a late evening, as you sat with your aunt and uncle in the centre of the city. The scorching, crimson sun was long gone, and a slight freshness was creeping between the murmuring alleys. Suguru knew your aunt and uncle, as one of the neighbours living not that far from her, and thus when her eyes fell on their niece… oh.
"Hello," you said, giving her a gentle nod.
Suguru forgot how to breathe and needed a moment to welcome you with the same gesture.
"Ah, Suguru, please join us," your aunt said, inviting her to your table. "And meet our niece. She has just finished university and, you know, is looking for a husband," she laughed, gently patting your arm.
A hidden awkwardness shone in your eyes. Fingers gripped the pinkish abaya a little tighter, and lips curled into a faint smile. "With no luck so far."
Your voice slipped into Suguru's ears like the sweetest melody, and she found herself leaning a little closer. As if trying to drink in, hear, and taste every detail of your lovely face and deep eyes fixed on… her.
On Suguru herself.
"I'm sorry to hear that," Suguru murmured, in fact not sorry at all. "I know how difficult it is to find a good husband."
Your auntie scoffed, sipping her tea slowly. "Oh, but it isn't! You see, it's just that this little angel here spent too much time frolicking with her friends. She barely spends time with men!" Suguru's eyes glimmered, and her heart swelled with sudden pain as she remembered that she, too, used to cut herself off from any of the boys trying to win her hand. "She has so many suitors and rejects them one by one!"
Suguru glanced your way, seeing your eyes fixed on her soft hands. Golden bracelets hugging her wrists, and a crimson abaya wrapped around arms. A silky headscarf fell loosely over her head and around shoulders, allowing raven locks to smooch the lean cheeks.
Your throat bobbed as you watched her deep red lips curve into a rather cheeky smile. When your gazes met, you looked away, feeling a sudden warmth creep up your neck.
"I see," she hummed, following your delicate hands playing with a pinkish robe. "I'm sure she will find someone good one day. If you don't mind, I may have some suitors in mind."
Your aunt clasped her hands, then gave Suguru's elegant palm a gentle squeeze. "Could you? She'll be staying here till the end of the summer, so take as much of her time as you want," she chirped, before turning your way. "What do you say, sweetie? Do you want Suguru to help you?"
And with a warmth spilling into your heart and a deep flush rising on your cheeks, you nodded.
So Suguru… took great care of you. The best, maybe, taking you out on "dates" and spending time in local cafés. Enjoying the strolls around the markets and stuffing you with figs, dates, and warm bread, until you couldn't walk without holding her arm.
Your aunt was over the moon whenever she picked you up early in the morning, promising that you would surely love the boy Suguru had carefully picked for you. But instead, she would take you for another stroll around the city, another "date", while learning every single detail about your life.
It's not that you didn't want a husband, for having a big family wasn't a dream you'd chased for a long, long time, but… well. You loved men. Or at least, you didn't mind them.
But nothing ever brought you more joy than the softness of a woman's body. Plush lips kissing yours, fingers brushing your wet thighs, and the sweet scent of skin wrapping around your senses.
Loving men felt natural, but loving women was something sacred.
Something always taking place behind the closed doors. With Suguru's fingers gently unwrapping your scarf and palms slipping under the long robes. Her soft kisses tracing down your neck, and lavender eyes drinking in every grimace of pleasure twisting your face.
You soon learnt to love the softness of Suguru's body. The calming feeling of lying on her chest and nuzzling between her heavy breasts, as if nothing in this world mattered.
The slightly dominant air she exuded around herself, and a mature, gentle guidance whenever you were the one slipping under her robes. Peppering her spread thighs and hips and mould of her warmth with kisses, before letting yourself get drunk on honeyed sweetness spilling on your tongue.
You loved the feeling of her body under yours, and yours beneath hers, with soft moans filling the rooms of one of Suguru's husband's many houses, you soon started to come to. With naked bodies tangled under the soft sheets, and always crossing gazes.
You both simply needed two months to fall madly and endlessly in love with each other, with your eyes always seeking out Suguru's lavender warmth and her fingers always finding yours.
So when she offered to enter her marriage – not for him, for us – you immediately agreed.
"I want us to have a child," she whispered one night, while brushing your cheeks softly.
The crimson sun was slowly sinking below the horizon, and an evening's ambient filled the warm corridors of the house. She would soon need to bring you back to the aunt, but for now, for this slippery second, she still wished to embrace you. Kiss your cheeks, and chin, and lips, while begging to marry him.
To marry her.
For you were…
"The noor of my eyes," she whispered, kissing your eyelids. "And Sultan of my heart."
And you nuzzled closer into her palm, kissing the soft, velvety skin and moving up, and up, along the forearm to the shoulder and neck, before pressing your lips to hers. She tasted of dates and coffee, leaving a lovely fragrance on your tongue.
Your fingers slipped down her chest, rolling the hard nipples, squeezing a fat of her breasts. A soft moan escaped her lips, and you drank it right away, before pulling her closer. With your legs hooked over her hip and fingers sliding down her belly, till the wetness of her pussy.
Rubbing swollen clit, you kissed the curve of her nose, and chin, and eyes, reciting quietly all the love letters hidden deep in your heart.
"I want to give you a child," you said, once again capturing her lips. "And I want to love you till the skin of your cheeks wrinkles like dates," she giggled, and you joined her, gently biting her lower lip. "I'll give you family, for your love makes my nights longer and days a bit sweeter."
And so, a month later, you were officially married.
And on the night your marriage was officially consummated, you slipped away from your husband's embrace and went to do it again.
But this time, fulfilling the union with the one your soul was bonded to. Lying beneath the soft body of your Suguru, with her lips tracing down your belly and hands already spreading your thighs.
"Beautiful," Suguru murmured, digging her fingers into your skin. With tongue giving you a wet, sweet lick, making your feet curl in pleasure. "My beautiful wife."
And she made sure your wedding night was as memorable as possible. With the gentle thrusts of her fingers and lips smooching your swelling clit with gentle sucking. Deep, kohl-lined eyes looking up from between your thighs and your fingers brushing through her hair. Your juices spilling sweetly on her tongue, and you sucking on her heavy breast, when the time to give pleasure back finally came.
And so you made love all night long, with a deepest love and most pristine devotion weighing your fluttering hearts.
As on a paper, you were married to your shared husband.
But in heart, from the beginning till the end, to her.
Hiding your face in Vi’s neck as she fucks you nice and slow with her fingers
oh godddd i’m starving for this. she has you in her lap, spread open perfectly for her to slip three fingers in from below. her fingers are pruning from how long they’ve been covered in your arousal, but if anything, the texture adds more delicious friction when she crooks her fingers in your cunt and fucks you so deep you see stars. maybe you’re a little shy, a little overwhelmed by the pleasure roiling through you and the sounds that leave your lips unprompted, so you duck your head into vi’s neck and pant against her skin, kiss and bite the supple flesh where her shoulder meets her neck.
“hear that?” vi rasps, her fingers producing a lewd, drawn-out squelch with every thrust into your leaking cunt. “so fucking wet for me, baby. sound so pretty with my fingers inside you.”
her words only make you wetter, tighter. your cunt squeezes helplessly around her digits and you loose a pathetic, wanton moan against vi’s neck, hips jolting when her fingertips rub tantalizingly against your g-spot. you press your face further into the crook of her neck, cheeks burning with embarrassment from the sounds of your soaked pussy and the whiny, desperate moans that she pulls from your mouth again and again.
“can’t even look at me, huh?” vi taunts. she turns her head in an attempt to see your face, but you’re still hiding in her neck, gasping when her fingers slip deeper and deeper still into your pulsing hole. “that’s okay, babygirl. hide all you want - you know i can feel how bad you want this.”
੭﹕ take me back (go away, go away) !
╰ ex-convict! ryomen sukuna x reader
c/w: nsfw. fem reader w fem anatomy. modern non-curse au. established relationship. slight dub-con at first. jealousy, hurt/comfort-ish, p slapping, fingering, unprotected piv, he whimpers a lil. lots of petnames, kind of toxic (we like it), happy ending ! <3 1.9k w/c.
The last time you saw your husband, he was being crammed into the backseat of a squad car, half-listening to one officer as he was informed of his rights while the other cop stressed over finding a pair of cuffs big enough to fit him.
Salmon hair tufted up and tussled from the bar fight he’d gotten into a few hours earlier, a lovely shade of plum already bruising on his jaw. Blood flecking the white collar of the shirt you’d ironed for him this morning because he apparently couldn’t help but make situations worse by running his mouth and getting into it with the law enforcement, too.
You’d hoped that a few months in lockup would sober him up a little. That he’d finally learn some manners and quit getting into stupid, avoidable shit, maybe develop an urge to settle down and plant some roots rather than chase the adrenaline rush of quick money and crappy jobs.
The grin he flashed through the car window as they finally slammed it shut said otherwise.
Less than half a year later, he was back.
Ruining your first date since serving him a divorce by literally ripping the locked screen door off the hinges just to get inside the house. Somehow growing even bigger during his short stint inside, his shoulders had broadened and his arms had thickened, the same shirt he’d been arrested in now stretched taut on every thick limb. The top buttons were popped open, one missing like it burst straight off of him.
Atleast he’d cleaned the blood off.
You could only watch in shock as he grabbed your date by the scruff and yanked him back like a wayward dog, dragging him out of your home and tossing him onto the gravel just past the front porch. Hearing a wet crack and the screech of tires, still standing there dumbfounded.
How the fuck had he gotten out when he clearly hadn’t learned his lesson yet?
“What a loser,” Sukuna grumbles as he re-enters, rubbing his reddening knuckles and surveying the damage to the front door. Biceps flexing in the stretched-thin cotton as he lifted up the frame and started trying to fruitlessly fix the damage he’d caused.
“What the fuck are you—”
“Got out on good behavior,” your soon-to-be ex-husband cuts you off, glancing sidelong at you in something almost like an apology for doing so. Finally giving up on fixing the door right then and propping it up against the front of the house and coming inside, making sure to wipe his boots at the door and shuck them off, nudging it closed softly rather than the usual thump and clatter. “Gonna cook dinner. What are you in the mood for?”
“Are you serious?” you huff, swivelling on the ball of your foot to stomp towards the phone, the baseball bat tucked beneath the sofa, anything to send him packing. “I want you out of this house. I can’t believe you think you can just waltz back in here and throw him out like that, you must be out of your fucking mind—”
Before you can reach either option, he’s behind you in a single step, thick arms looping around your waist and bringing you back until you’re flush to his chest, Sukuna’s entire body bends over yours, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. The heat of his body envelops yours, so familiar that you can’t help but find yourself almost leaning back into him, heart craving the touch of your other half even as your mind reminds you of all his wrongdoings.
“I said I was sorry, woman,” he mumbles against you, his strong, sturdy nose gliding along the curve of your shoulder to your neck, brushing all the way up to gently nibble the shell of your ear.
You scoff. “No, you didn’t.”
“No? Hm. Could’ve sworn I did,” Sukuna frowns, that handsome set of full lips brushing kisses to your hair. He hums in thought. “Ah, I know- maybe it was the shock of seeing my darling girl letting some white-haired wimp in our home.”
He slips a hand from your hip, tracing the soft curve of your waist and following it past your navel, four large, thick fingers spreading to cup your mound. Under different circumstances, you might’ve argued a little longer, but… well.
Of all the flaws Sukuna had, you knew he certainly didn’t have any issues making up for them tenfold with the amount of pleasure he could give you.
“Letting him touch her…”
Sukuna’s fingers push beneath the hem of your dress. Teasing the lace you’d worn for your date, he grunts in displeasure at the idea that you’d even wear it to begin with for another man, prying it aside and smearing his thumpad in rough, firm circles over your clit.
It was almost embarrassing how soaked you were already. Strings of webby slick dripping onto his skin as his other fingers inch lower, spreading and teasing your wet folds just to pat a couple harsh slaps to your fluttering hole. A shiver of pleasure rolls up your spine, knees weak and trembling just from the contact, held up just by Sukuna’s bulky arm beneath your midsection while he continues to rub and flick your clit.
Lips brushing the shell of your ear, his voice roughens, warm breath coming out in soft puffs that tickle the sensitive skin. “Did he fuck my wife, too?”
Your pussy clenches shamefully, but you still dig your heels in for a little longer. It was the least you could do to get back at him for all the stress he’d put you through. “That was the plan for tonight.”
“Tch.”
Before you can even think to question what that meant, he’s pushing you forward and bending you over the back of the sofa, one palm pressing against your back while the other works on his belt. Snapping open the metal clasp and tugging the leather strip from the beltloops just to toss it aside, letting it clatter to the floor uselessly.
“You should’ve called me,” Sukuna grumbles, his hips rocking forward against your ass, the very prominent bulge in his jeans grinding between the plush of your thighs, the cold zipper sending a wave of chills through your swollen folds and up your spine.
“Kid looked like a two-pump chump,” he adds on jealously. “He wouldn’t have been able to take care of you.”
Your hands bunch the couch pillows, rocking back against him now despite every rational thought telling you not to. What would your attorney think, seeing you back with the man you’d sworn off so little months ago?
“Mmmh. Not like you could do any better from the jailhouse.”
Sukuna scoffs. “What do you think I was doing while I was locked up, woman?”
“Clearly not learning any lessons,” you retort just as quickly.
His fat fingers slap down on your puffy cunt again, earning another spasm of your body as a gush of syrupy slick leaves your slit. “Don’t smart mouth me.”
You shiver, giving into his conversation demands. “Fine. What were you doing?”
He leans back just long enough to unzip his jeans and push them down, one fist wrapping around his base and tugging on the shaft a few times before finally lining himself up to your velvet entrance. Rubbing along your slit and between your folds, pushing just past the first ring of resistance and stretching you open around a size you’d once been able to accommodate with ease.
Distance certainly made something fonder.
“Thinking about you,” your ex-husband murmurs behind you, slowly pushing in still. Taking his sweet time filling you back out again and letting you acclimate to his sheer size. “Of all the mistakes I’d made, and h-how- ohh..”
“Did you just stutter?” you blurt in surprise, trying to lift yourself up a little and peek over your shoulder, just to have your head pushed right back into the couch. Only getting the slightest peek at how Sukuna’s cheeks and ears were dusted with a bright red that rivalled the pinkest hues of his hair. “Oh- oh.”
Lightning scatters across your body as he finally shoves forward and glides his cock home with a wet schhhlick sound, his thick fingers pinching and playing with your clit to ease the overwhelming burn. Grinding the fat head of his cock up against your innermost walls, he gives you a few seconds to adjust, grunting when you tighten up on him instead.
“Five months, three weeks, and six days,” Sukuna recounts in a huff. “That’s how long I sat in that rusted ol’ cell. Couldn’t think straight, couldn’t live without you. And here you are, letting some other man come into our home and think he has a chance with my wife.”
His thumb presses on your swollen pearl and swirls. “Did you really think he’d be able to take care of you the way I did?”
“Nngh- no.”
“Thought not.”
You barely choke out a moan before he pulls back and shoves forward again, immediately setting a rhythm you have no hopes of following. Adjusting his hands to grip on either side of your hips and bouncing you up and down his length, his body folding forward until his chest pressed down on your back.
“Would he handle all your bitch-fits?” Sukuna pants into your ear, voice all husky and rough at the edges. “Let you crawl all over him afterwards like an animal in heat?”
“M-maybe,” you huff. Reaching over your shoulder just to grab a handful of his hair and tug, earning a loud groan from your other half. “Should call him back and ask him.”
“Had a lot of time to practice,” you retort, the thin thread holding your sanity together already starting to fray under his mean, steady strokes. “What was it again? Five months, three weeks, and…?”
“Six days,” he grunts.
“Right.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” Sukuna’s lips plant messy kisses along your shoulder, hips picking up the pace as your walls constrict around him. Spreading his fingers between your folds and swirling his callused fingerpads in rough patterns over your needy clit to drive you to the edge. “I’ll do better.”
You moan into the couch cushion as he fucks you right over the precipice, every thrust punching the air from your lungs. His heavy balls smack against your clit as you squeeze around him, gushing out a wave of release that slicks over his thick cock and drips onto the floor beneath you.
Sukuna’s hand lifts from your hip to grab your hand, twisting his own until your fingers are intertwined with his. Wrapping himself around you tight as his hips stutter and broken rasps of your name escape his lips, thrusts turning sloppy as spurts of cum flood your cunt and paint your inner walls milky white.
“Please,” Sukuna pleads, almost whining as his hips stir the mess around, refusing to pull out yet. The scratch of his five o’clock shadow rubbing up against your cheek as he turns your face to look at him, dark eyes molten with an honest, unabashed adoration. “Give me one more chance.”
You twist in his arms, the angle clumsy and awkward, just to meet him for a quick peck that deepened quickly, pulling back out of breath and licking his spit off your lips.
“One more,” you concede with a sigh, watching as his entire demeanor lit up. “If you fuck up again, you’re gone for good, Ryomen. I’m serious this time.”
“Look at that…your pretty lips wrap around my strap…” Shoko mutters as she gently rocks her hips back and forth into your throat. She has you in a nasty back arch with your ass in the air as you suck on the strap-on she has on. “What a pretty sight, you’re doing so good,” She purrs and takes another puff of her cigarette.
Her eyes roam all over your body and you swear you gain goosebumps from those brown eyes looking possessively at every inch of you. And you’re unable to quiet down those pretty chocking sounds from giving head way too deep. “There you go, be nice and loud for me…I wanna hear you.” You can feel the strap all the way in the back of your throat.
Her lips wrap around the cigarette and she blows the smoke downwards to your face with a grin. Your nose twitch’s at the warm smoky smell making her bop your nose. “so sensitive” She moves her hand to caresses your cheek. “Mhm…fuck…you’re so beautiful Like this….” Your saliva starts to drip down your chin making a mess with the sheets.
She starts to pet your head and moves her fingers to card throughout your hair. “you’re doing such a good job, I’ll go a little faster…can you handle that honey?” You nod your head rapidly. The words send shiver down your spine. She press her hips upwards into your mouth and you gag on it. “….I just wanna shove it all the way in”
Your eyes roll to the back of your head. Holy—you’re now deepthroating her strap and you’re making the most pornographic glupping sounds known to man. At this point you are even crying from the overstimulation.
“Mhmm…look at you birdie, your warm mouth looks so gorgeous while wrapped around me” She brings her cigarette bud close to your nose making you lack any kind of oxygen.
You feel your face heat up and your lungs suffering from being unable to breathe. “C’mom hun, just like that…” your brain is getting foggy from the lack of oxygen and the pleasure you are receiving/giving. “Look up baby, I wanna to see those beautiful eyes of yours” Shoko purrs as she pressed the cigarette bud on your collarbone making your skin burn.
That makes you rapidly reach your limit and release your mouth from her strap; gasping for air. “M’kay that enough, hun…your poor throat…” she say tapping the cigarette on her ash tray as she gently rubs your sore and red bottom lips. Shes looking at you with sure adoration it’s making your heart melt.
“No…I’m fine I just wanna keep on sucking it, please?” You pleading while your tears roll down your face making her grin lazily. She pushed your head under again and you go right back to sucking her off.
She lights up another cigarette and puffs it. “Don’t waste your tears my love, this is just the beginning…” Shoko says as she wipes your tears away.
A/n: my first time writing smut what do we think also dis was made at 4 in the morning so give me some credit 😭
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