✦ pairing : {modern!era} sukuna ryomen x fem!reader
✦ warnings : smut , cusses , taunting , teasing , pet names , spanking , fingering , doggy style , heavy description , 18+ only {I will not be blocking anymore, just don’t blame me if you get in trouble}
✦ A/N : I AM SO READY TO WRITE FOR KINKTOBER >:3
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you and sukuna were basically inseparable, you were like another uraume before uraume came into his life. you were more than his cook, more than uraume. you were his best friend ever since early childhood.
but of course, it was the king of curses himself, always loving to play silly little goofy pranks on you. like today, October 1st.
he called you saying he was in trouble, but in reality he was just sitting on his couch in his place. you quickly rushed to his place, and once you unlocked the front door, he instantly looked up at you from his phone. “missed me?” he softly teases you.
your shoulder slumped, then sitting right beside of him. you both usually never use physical affection, but he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer with his big and veiny hands on your waist. you then rest your head on his shoulder.
he seemed surprised feeling weight going down on his shoulder, but knowing it was just your head. he started rubbing circles on your waist, scrolling through his phone as you watched.
as you were zoning out, staring into his phone with no thoughts in head and your senses low, he kissed your forehead. you quickly looked up at him.
“…” you didn’t respond just that second, not wanting to say your embarrassing answer.
“cmon, spit it out, silly.” again, he used that nickname to taunt you. he always loved calling you nicknames that would get on your nerves, but never fully on annoying the shit out of you.
he chuckled softly, glad that he was able to make you spit on the truth. he then placed both of his large heads against the sides of your head, his grip tight like he was gonna squish your head. he then placed multiple soft, small kisses onto your forehead again.
he seemed genuine with these kisses.
he wasn’t taunting you, teasing you for the hundredth of time, he was being… genuine.
did he like you? did he have a crush on you? possibly. I mean, you were his best friend since third grade and now it’s the second year of college, sophomore year of college. you were always there for him at the lowest, and he was there for you too. no matter how much dumb pranks you would pull on each other.
he pulled back and looked at you, a smirk tugging at the side of his lips, liking the effects he was putting on you. small rosy pink blush brushed against your cheeks, seemingly to be permanent. you quickly put your hands against your face, not wanting him to see.
“aww, hiding away from me, doll? I was just having fun.” he grabs both of your wrist and pinned your hands above your head, both of your eyes locking in with each other. you quickly looked away, not wanting him to see your flustered look.
but him himself sure did wanna see.
he grabs your chin tightly, his grasp being slightly unbearable. he then forces you to look at him, his other hand still having your hands locked above your head.
“you’re so cute when you’re like this… you’re mine, ya know?”
he seemed surprised, but then grabbed your neck, wrapping his hands around it. “mgh!-” you quickly stopped yourself from moaning out.
“why stop yourself, doll? this is just a fair punishment. mine. you’re mine.”
“stupid little thing.” his grip tightens, making you gasp for air. “hm.. I want more than that.”
you were in his bedroom in his apartment dorm, your body on his lap with your stomach touching his lap.
“t- ten..” you mumble out, tears of pleasure and pain coming out without you being able to blink to dry them up first. “crying already? so sensitive.”
you slightly gasp, already visioning his red hand print printed onto your bottom.
“say it. say it, count for me, count.”
he quickly pulled down the college uniform skirt off of your waist, dragging your panties off.
“shut it, brat.” he commanded, not wanting to hear anything more than you counting.
as he kept slapping your bottom, you were getting wetter and wetter, your juices being all over your clit and on your thighs. you were praying he wouldn’t notice you being so wet, but as soon as you were about to say “twenty” he put his middle and ring finger into you.
“o- oh!” you gasps, eyes already rolled back. “mhmm… keeping making those stupid sounds for me.”
why does he always have to taunt you?! can’t he just get the work done without making you wetter and wetter? well, it’s sukuna still. you’re on sukuna’s lap. sukuna, himself. he’s known for being the most teasing this in the world basically, so teasing you can’t even get annoyed by him.
all the sounds were your wet folds going in and out in your hole while your pants and small moans, meaning to be so loud, but you gotta remember his nephew, Yuji was there. Yuji being a first year in Tokyo High, yet he lives with his little taunting uncle.
“don’t be so loud, what if yuji hears?” he quickens his pace, making you clench the sheets. “mgh, m- mhm..”
“good girl, keeping low so that brat doesn’t gotta hear…”
“a- ah..” your moans muffled due to him gripping your hair and your face into the sheets of the bed. “coming?” fuck. how could he tell? you were trying to make it so you didn’t seem like you were coming. “you can’t fool me, dear.” goddamnit, always having to add his comments into everything, but it didn’t bother you. you’ve gotten used to it.
you decide to just let your legs tremble badly, twitching every time he went in, and shaking more when he went out, his fingers already so deep and it’s probably only been five minutes since he started fingering you.
“good, good… come for me, come for me you little slut.”
and so, you did, not being able to hold it back anymore. he releases his teasing fingers out of you and putting it inside his mouth, loving the taste. it was sweet, yet wasn’t sweet. it wasn’t bitter, it was just amazing for him, like a forbidden fruit.
you could feel his bulge on your stomach, him growing harder and harder, as hard as a rock with him going into your hole just for the taste more.
“m- mgh..!!” you moaned into the sheets, sukuna being right you with your bottom facing him, him playing you into you more and more. your arms behind your back, sukuna hand wrapped around your tiny wrists. he then slaps your ass, still red handprints on it from earlier.
“fuuuckkk…. pussy so tight can barely move..” he groans out, continuing to go in and out of you, faster and fatser.
“didnt you say to keep quiet for yuji-”
seemed like he had two sides for the nickname “brat”. one is for you, you being the annoying, teasing brat, getting ready for punishment. the last part obviously only coming from here, you’re a first timer. the second meaning is for anyone else who gets on his nerves.
he kept his pace, going in and out, in and out, occasionally slapping your ass. he would have to make you count how many times he had. but he made you restart from earlier.
“asking me? dear. ask yourself why you didn’t just obey me and say ‘yes’ or ‘yes sir’ earlier fool.” he growled into your ear, his hot breath going onto your ear, sending shiver down your spine, making him slap your ass again.
“t- thirteen…” your counting shuffled with moans.
“good, good…” meanwhile, he was feeling pleasure himself, holding himself back from coming. he wanted to feel more of your slippery insides, feeling your tight hole opening space for his large length.
“f- fuck-” he moaned out, gripping your hair now, releasing your hands. “don’t. cover. your. mouth.” he warned, knowing you were gonna cover those pretty moans of yours. “coming?” you finally teased him, him slapping your ass hard, a sting of pain coming from it.
“count, count for me hoe, count for me.”
“u- ugh.. fifteen..” you spit out without even thinking, forgetting the number due to him clenching your ass and finally coming into you.
“fuckkk…” he then let out a low chuckle. “we gotta do this more, doll…”
“don’t worry, I suppose I’ll help you clean up.”
finally. he’s not teasing you anymore.