#ryomen sukuna | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

ffsg0jo · 2 days

Text

𝖆𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓[𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘] - 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 1

no way. there's absolutely no way you're tutoring sukuna. never in a million years, not if there was a gun to your head, not if.... gojo's willing pay?? maybe you can make arrangements, after all you're always happy to help >_<

college au - various x fem! reader

warnings: swearing, sukuna, ooc characters, mentions of pregnancy (NOT the reader)

w/c: 2500 words+ (somewhat proofread)

a/n: this chapter took so so long and i apologise for that :(( thank you to @storiesoflilies for beta reading and for the encouragement!! and thank you to everyone who left a lovely comment too. they honestly give me so much motivation and energy to write more <33

series masterlist :: general masterlist

join the taglist here to be tagged in future chapters <33

previous chapter :: next chapter

it was a beautiful and blessed day. somehow, the stars aligned, and you and shoko managed to wrap up your lectures early and go for lunch together. heaven knows you needed a break, and its light truly was shining down on you.

shoko, being a med student, had a packed timetable, and you rarely saw each other. you missed your best friend and spending your free time tutoring was taking a toll on you.

with your lunches comfortably settled into your stomachs, you both turned to your favourite pastime. gossiping.

“you know that one third year?”

“which one shoko? there’s literally hundreds?”

“the rude one, shit i’ve forgotten her name,” shoko rubs her forehead with one hand, a cigarette in the other. she puffs out smoke, manoeuvring her lips so it avoids hitting your face. “with the long brown hair? spilt her drink on you on purpose?”

“ohh you mean yorozu?” you say, finally realising who she was talking about.

you remembered that day like it was yesterday. you were sitting in the library tutoring geto when all of a sudden gojo comes waltzing in looking for him, his entourage hot on his tail.

apparently, yorozu didn’t like geto’s attention being on you (even though you were there for strictly business purposes), and ‘accidentally’ dropped her drink in your lap.

that might’ve been the only time gojo had been somewhat nice to you, grabbing a bunch of tissues from his pocket and offering you his jacket to cover up the stain.

still, it didn’t make up for the other 99 times he was a prick. and it only made yorozu hate you more.

you pause, taking a sip from your mug. “i don’t want to be mean, but she’s such a bitch.”

“she literally made fun of professors toji’s daughter who’s terminally ill, there’s a special place in hell for her,” shoko paused and took a long drag of her cigarette before continuing. “anyways apparently she’s pregnant with that one third year with the facial tattoos.”

your mouth falls open in shock, and the mug nearly falls out of your grasp.

“choso?!? choso got her pregnant?!!? there’s no way, choso would never, he’s so sweet! and if he did he’d tell me!”

“not choso you dumbass. sukuna.”

“oh,” you deadpan. “him.”

sukuna, whilst you’ve had the pleasure of never really interacting, was one of gojo’s little friends. you really didn’t want to judge people on appearances, but sukuna lived up to his expectations.

for the most part, he’d ignore you when gojo relentlessly bothered you. but sometimes you’d catch him giving you the dirtiest and most scathing looks. as if you personally replaced the feathers in his pillow with dog shit. how he and yuuji, the absolute sweetheart of a first year you tutored, were brothers was beyond you.

snorting at the look on your face, shoko brings her cigarette up to her mouth once more.

“wait sukuna?” you said somewhat confused. “i thought she was with geto?”

“they weren’t together. she was fucking both and was trying to sleep with gojo too.”

“how on earth do you know all of this?”

“gojo has a big mouth, and we have lab together.”

you hum in acknowledgement, remembering shoko complaining at the beginning of last semester, about how much of an annoyance he was.

“what about nanami?” you asked, trying to act nonchalant and disinterested. he was part of their friend group, and he could be considered attractive by a lot of people (definitely not your own words), so it was only natural to ask, you rationalise. shoko gives you a pointed look, slightly raising her eyebrow.

“she hasn’t slept with him if that’s what you’re worried about, she thinks he’s ‘too boring’.”

‘too boring my ass’ you mutter to yourself. nanami was one of the best listeners and conversationalists, you know, if not the best. and he was funny! sure, maybe his humour wasn’t for everyone, but his dry and witty remarks had you snorting ten out of ten times.

a part of you almost sighed in relief that nanami hadn’t fallen into her trap. she was beautiful and looked like a model. and whilst you were confident in your looks, you were certain you didn’t stand a chance next to her.

a sudden ping pulls you out of your thoughts. sheepishly apologising to shoko, you turn to put your phone on silent. she waves her hand at your apology and takes one last drag of her cigarette before stamping it out on the ashtray.

you quickly check the notification, eyebrows furring at the unknown number. shoko sees the look on your face and asks if everything’s okay. instead of responding, you show her the message.

‘hey it’s sukuna. need a tutor u free?’

speaking of the devil, you wonder how he got your number and why he thought to message you of all people. probably through yuuji, but he would’ve asked if you were okay with it first. you just got rid of a student, and you wanted some time to yourself. also, sukuna of all people wanted a tutor?!? he barely shows up to lectures and seminars there’s no way he’s serious about studying.

“just ignore him,” shoko said, seeing the turmoil on your face. for once, you decided to agree with her and took her advice. she’s right, you’re not obliged to tutor anyone, especially not someone like sukuna. you were trying to distance yourself from that group to avoid trouble anyway.

sighing you lock your phone, ignoring his message and turning back to shoko.

before long you’ve completely forgotten about his message, caught up in shoko’s wild escapades.

it had almost been a week since sukuna first messaged you, and you still hadn’t responded. truthfully, sukuna had forgotten about it after a day or two. but then his academic advisor scheduled a meeting for him to discuss his future at the university, and he panicked, suddenly remembering his message.

‘too nice and too scared’ to refuse him his ass. nothing but pure waffle comes out of gojo’s mouth, he doesn’t know why they’re still friends if he’s being honest.

“why the sour face?”

sukuna turns to the girl lying beside him and resists rolling his eyes. he was hoping she’d have left by now, but here she was, on his bed. her hand on his chest was slowly moving further down.

“none ya business, don’t ya have anywhere to be?” he bites back.

the girl’s eyes narrow as she stares at sukuna coldly. retracting her hand, she moves off the bed and picks her clothes up off the floor, taking her time in putting her tights on.

“scan’s next week, baby should be the size of a plum, you coming?”

“’s not mine, go ask the twelve other guys you’ve slept with.”

yorozu falters, her dress still bunched up around her midsection. she turns away from him, rushing to roll her dress down and moves to the door. a part of sukuna feels bad, he really shouldn’t be nasty, but he was adamant the child wasn’t his. even at her insistence on her being on birth control, he never once went without a condom.

once she hurried out of his room, he let out a massive sigh. god, where did it all go wrong? here he was, about to flunk out of uni, potentially be stuck paying child support for the rest of his life, and loveless.

at least his brat brother was doing well. yuuji and sukuna were like night and day, but he thanked every god out there for the way yuuji turned out. sure, he was a little stupid at times, but his brother always gave it his all and had the purest heart. the effort he put into raising yuuji really paid off.

“morning kuna,” yuuji chirped as sukuna walked into the kitchen of their shared apartment. of course, he was already up and making breakfast for the two. “i’d ask if you slept well, but i saw that girl running out of your room.”

sukuna only grunted, scratching his bare stomach in response. yuuji continues scrambling the eggs as sukuna grabs two plates from the cupboards and places them next to the stove.

“dunno why you’re still with her kuna. i support all women, don’t get me wrong, but she’s horrible! the things she’s said about gumi’s sister, i’m embarrassed to know her by association!”

“s’nothing to do with me, quit yappin.”

yuuji side eyes his older brother with a look of disgust on his face. why sukuna insists on sleeping with her is beyond him. he knows for a fact sukuna has zero feelings for the girl and is just using her.

yuuji tuts and shakes his head, plating up the eggs and moving to the dining table where they both tuck in.

“thanks for breakfast brat,” sukuna says, mouth full of food,

“no problem big bro,” yuuji beams.

the youngest itadori glances at his watch and jumps up suddenly, realising the time and leaving his breakfast half uneaten. he runs into his room and comes back out 3 seconds later with a bunch of textbooks and papers.

“(name)’s coming over for our study session, she should be here now.”

you tutored yuuji? since when? just as sukuna’s about to ask his little brother someone knocks on the door of their apartment.

you were feeling good today. with a lecture in the afternoon, you thought you’d fit in one of your students for an early study session, and who better than yuuji. he worked better in the mornings, and he was a pleasure to teach, so you were actually quite looking forward to it.

you knock on yuuji’s door and anxiously wait for him to open the door. you hear the lock turn, and the door creaks open; your face falls upon seeing who’s on the other side. the universe must hate you.

you’ve never once ran into sukuna whilst tutoring yuuji, thanking your lucky stars every day. but the one time you wanted to avoid him at all costs he’s there in all his glory.

there sukuna’s stood, topless and in his boxers, his bulky torso managing to take up the whole doorframe.

eyes naturally falling to his chest, you notice the tattoos across his body. the rings around his biceps and wrists, the delicious markings across the expanse of his torso, they complement the ones on his face so well, and you can appreciate good art when you see it.

wait, delicious? you snap out of your thoughts and meet sukuna’s gaze, who’s smirking down at you, having noticed your oogling. your face instantly morphs into a scowl.

“take a picture it’ll last longer”

“is yuuji home?” you say, choosing to ignore his words for your own sanity.

“aww you embarrassed about being caught staring?”

“it’s too early for this, if yuuji’s not home i can come back another day.” stepping back, you turn to walk away, but yuuji’s out-of-breath shriek stops you.

“kuna stop bothering her! ‘m here (name), was in a rush getting everything ready, just come in.”

you brush past sukuna, your elbow grazing his warm, bare skin. willing yourself to not think about it, you follow yuuji into the living room, where everything’s set up.

surprisingly, sukuna leaves you both alone whilst you’re tutoring yuuji, choosing to take his breakfast into his room after forcing yuuji to finish his first. sukuna was many things, but a bad brother was not one of them you realised.

a part of your heart softened seeing him take care of yuuji, glad he had that support system in his life. but the other part of you got the heebie jeebies.

still, the last thing you wanted was sukuna to confront you about his message, knowing you had ignored it. as yuuji’s session was drawing to a close, you started forming an escape plan. if you ran fast enough, you could avoid ever bumping into sukuna on the off chance he decided to confront you. and if you just grabbed your shoes and put them on outside the apartment complex you’d be even quicker!

with your plan ready and all thought out, as soon as yuuji finished his last question, you packed up, said your goodbyes, and bolted towards the door. it was like you had developed tunnel vision, blurring everything out except the door. you were so close, and so far, there was no sign of sukuna. you could do this! you could pull this off!

“leavin without saying goodbye?”

you stopped in your tracks, recognising the irritating voice coming from behind you. maybe if you just ignored him he’d go away?

you couldn’t though, you raised yourself with good enough manners, so begrudgingly, you turn around to face sukuna.

sukuna had a massive smirk on his face. he saw the way you almost ran towards the door, evidently trying to avoid bumping into him. it was actually quite comical, to be honest.

he did feel a little bad for you. you didn’t have the best experiences with him and his friends, so it was somewhat understandable. but gojo would not stop talking about how you were smart and a great tutor, and he really needed someone’s help.

sukuna would never admit it, but the textbook and the hundreds of research papers were completely inaccessible to him. he couldn’t understand the results sections to even decipher whether the results were shown to be significant or not. and why do people accept the null hypothesis? what even is the null hypothesis? and what is that funky little r he sees everywhere?

anyway, the bottom line is he really needed the help. sukuna sighed and realised he needed to come at this from a different angle.

“listen ‘m sorry about ambushing you, but i really need a tutor.”

the apology and defeat in his voice struck you off guard. maybe you were wrong about sukuna. maybe he just had a really angry resting face all those times he stared at you like you murdered his family.

“can’t you ask anyone else,” you replied

“not many people can get through yuuji’s thick skull, so you must be one helluva tutor. and gojo'll pay for your time.”

you raised your eyebrows at that, not believing satoru gojo would be willing to pay you for tutoring someone else. regardless if he truly was, you weren't going to say no to money. especially since he was known throughout the university for his trust fund.

your shoulders dropped, and you looked up at the ceiling, trying to think of what to do. he was being uncharacteristically nice about it, and you can never say no to people when they’re polite. plus the money would be good.

“fine,” you acquiesced. “i’ll do it.”

“wait seriously?”

“yes, but i can only do wednesday afternoons.”

“perfect-“

“but not this wednesday, we’ll start next week.”

“got it, next wednesday.”

sukuna was half expecting you to say no, but he’d take it. he gruffly thanked you, saying he’d message you about further details later and left you to put your shoes on in peace.

slipping them on, you mourned your no longer free wednesdays. you’d worry about lesson plans and everything later, but for now, you needed some strong coffee to get you through the rest of the day.

what had you gotten yourself into?

194 notes · View notes

thesnowflake18 · 2 days

Text

Some Yujikuna sketches....he's fun :]

#my art #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #jjk #jjk sukuna #yuji itadori #itadori yuuji #itadori yuji #jjk yuji #jjk yuuji #jjk fanart #artists on tumblr #my hand is so sore I'm surprised I could even do this #oh whennnn will I have the courage to draw his fire arrow aggghhh

238 notes · View notes

kivrumi · 2 days

Text

JJK MEN X READER

SMAU - YOU TRY COOKING FOR THEM BUT YOU BURN IT

mainly fluff | mature | fem!reader | SFW

includes - Suguru Geto, Satoru Gojo, Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro, Ino Takuma, Higuruma Hiromi, Ryomen Sukuna

A/N i think this one is rlly cute, Sugurus one is my fav or Chosos ^-^

@kivrumi

#kivrumi #jujitsu kaisen #choso kamo #gojo satoru #higuruma hiromi #ino takuma #ryomen sukuna #jjk #geto suguru #jjk smau #smau #jjk reader #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #toji fushiguro #nanami kento #jjk texts #jjk crack

434 notes · View notes

bluebird-ascended · 2 days

Text

*dj khaled voice* ANOTHER ONE

#my art #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanart #fanart #gojo satoru #ryomen sukuna #yuji itadori #shoko ieri #utahime iori #shokohime #said shokohime is the gayest thing ive every drawn. happy pride month lets go lesbians #mei mei #geto suguru #satosugu #jjk memes #meme redraw #not tagging megumi and yaga bc they're background characters basically 💀 im overtagging as it is

337 notes · View notes

gojotojis · 18 hours

Text

Dracula pt.2

part one

summary: because of yours and Sukunas actions, there’s a consequence that threatens to ruin everything

pairing: sukuna as Dracula x fem reader

content MDNI: abuse,Dracula, vampires, unplanned pregnancy, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, death, mentions of abuse, violence, fingering, arranged/forced marriage,

Your hands cling to the ring handles of the door as Naoya grabs you by the legs in attempts to pull you away. You refuse to let go as your wedding guests watch you throw a tantrum. You scream loud enough to pierce the air like a banshee and everyone’s clutching their ears.

Mitsuki stares at you, like you’re the most amusing human she’s ever encountered. Your legs kick at Naoya but your grip doesn’t loosen.

“How is she so fucking strong?” He hisses using his body weight to pull you and you scream more, you don’t care how insane you look. You’re not leaving with him and nobody can make you.

Devastation hits you when strong hands grab yours and easily pluck them from the door. You claw at him until your arms are wrapped around his neck, feet kicking Naoya in the face so your legs are free to wrap around Sukuna.

You cling to him like a monkey that was nearly drowned. His arms remain at his sides as he walks with you. The guest in attendance stare in shock that he’s allowing this.

“Must you be so difficult?” He asks with amusement in his voice.

“Please don’t make me go, please. I’ll do anything, I’ll behave I promise, I’ll stop leaving books everywhere and I won’t laugh at you ever again” you plead.

“You knew the deal,” he says.

“You’re The Count, deals don’t matter unless you say so” you remind him and he hums.

“Nine and ten moons acting like a child, what will your husband think?” He asks.

“It’s a good thing I didn’t marry him to think” you say and his chest vibrates, you think he’s going to laugh but he doesn’t as his hands grip your thighs to pull you off of him. You squeeze tighter.

“Come on little mouse, it’s time to go” he says using his genuine strength to pull you off of him. Naoya pulls you to him and Sukuna walks away.

“Sukuna” you cry and for the briefest of seconds he pauses.

You’re hauled into the carriage with no one to save you.

4 months later

Your feet hit the dirt, dress snagging at the branches from the trees. Your lungs burn as you watch the flames from the torches disappear. You can still hear the shouting and the hounds sniffing for you.

“Come out murderer!” Naobito yells. You tremble feeling the ice cold air freeze your skin. Thunder rumbles and you panic as rain patters, beating against your flesh.

“She’ll freeze to death, let her die out here” Jinchi says as you hide behind a tree, hand clasped over your mouth.

“She killed my son”Naobito grits.

You try to think of what to do, one thing comes to mind and it’s easily the worst decision you can make but the only one that may protect you.

You run for Sukunas castle, hissing as twigs and rocks imbed themselves in the soles of your feet. Your dress is shredded by the time you reach the massive double doors. Your fist beat against the door as you freeze to death. You bang desperately until Mitsukis opening the door, she pulls you in as water drips from your body creating a puddle on the floor.

“You’re freezing”she says guiding you up the stairs and to your old room. She pulls out one of your nightgowns and strips you. She inhales at the bruises that cover your body. Her fingers graze your black eye and then your busted lip, eyes lingering on the purple hand print that marks your neck.

Her eyes widen when they land on your stomach, round and swollen. You turn away from her and slip into the dress. You climb into the bed shaking and she sits beside you.

“What did you do?” You hear his voice before you see him striding into the room shirtless, drops of blood on his bare chest.

“I slit his throat”you breathe. Your husband was violent, and the night he realized you were pregnant with a child that wasn’t his, he beat you for it. Then he beat you to force you into obedience.

“Let me heal you”he says and you glare.

“I don’t want your blood, you’ve done enough. I begged you not to make me marry him, I begged you not to let him take me and you did. Now I’m as good as dead once the Zenin find me,” you hiss as he bites into his wrist.

“Still a volatile little brat” he says, gripping the back of your head and forcing you to drink from him. You fight against him but his strength is too much. You feel the liquid slide down your throat and you become delirious. Your head hits the pillows as your eyes close.

Your eyes open to three women staring down at you, fangs on display as they twist and tug on the strands of your hair. One pokes at your cheek and they giggle.

“She’s pretty” one whispers.

“She smells so good” another moans.

“She’s pregnant” the third says, her claws drag up your belly and you smack her hand away.

“What did I tell you about touching things that are mine?”you hear from the doorway and the women pull away.

“But we’re hungry” they cry in unison.

“Then chase a goat, I’ve had it up to here with you three”he says and they run off.

He walks toward you, eyes narrowing in on your protruding stomach. Your arm wraps around it, refusing to let him near her as you crawl to the furthest part of the bed.

“You sleep like the dead” he comments but you don’t answer him nor do you look at him and it drives him crazy.

“You can ignore me but we’re stuck together till that brat is born”he says and your head snaps to him, eyes enraged.

“She’s not a brat, she’s just a baby and you will not have her for she does not belong to you,” you say watching him stalk to your side of the bed.

His fingers lift your chin up and his claw taps the skin.

“There’s nothing in this world that’s going to stop me from killing it, not even you can save it from that,” he says, his voice is dark and any traces of Sukuna are gone, this is solely Dracula talking.

“She’s not Naoya’s” you whisper and his brows raise.

“You were unfaithful?” he asks, that doesn’t sound like you but then again what did he know. You despised your husband the moment you met him, it was clear you’d never love him.

“No, I’ve only slept with one man” you breathe and the air escapes his lungs. His eyes flick from yours to your stomach and then back.

“She’s yours, Sukuna”you say hesitantly grabbing his hand to splay it across your belly. Something appears in his eyes but is gone as soon as he pulls his hand away like you’ve burned him.

“What did you do?!” He yells and you flinch.

“I didn’t do anything, it just happened. You were there just as much as I was. You can’t hurt her, she’s your daughter” you whisper.

Daughter.

The word feels foreign, mundane and prettifying.

His instincts are to wrap his hands around your throat but he fights them and leaves the room.

“He won’t hurt her, he won’t” you tell Mitsuki at dinner. She’s still in shock at the news you’re carrying her niece. Sukunas never slept with someone and not killed them after, this is the consequences of his actions.

“He killed our family, if you think a child will change that then you’re mistaken,” she says. She’s never been one to sugarcoat anything and you like that about her but in your heart you believe she’s wrong.

When Sukuna had hurt you, he fought against his very own nature to be gentle, to kiss away your tears and apologize, not once but twice. There’s a part of him that cares and you know it, you’ve seen it.

At five months pregnant you grow concern, she still hasn’t moved. You thrum your fingers along your belly, gently tapping in hopes of getting her to kick but she doesn’t.

You whisper to her at night and sing to her but she’s unresponsive.

A sigh leaves you as you climb out of bed, and walk to the room down the hall. It’s been a month since he’s spoken to you, you don’t push it because you believe with time he’ll love her too.

The times you’ve been so close to talking to him at night, you hear the grunts from his room and turn away, certain he’s inside another woman but you shouldn’t care.

The door pushes open and to your surprise he’s alone sitting on the edge of his bed. Your eyes trail his muscular body and you hate how responsive it makes yours. Pregnancy’s made your lust grow, and not even your fingers are able to dull the ache between your legs.

His eyes look up and find yours before they stare at your belly. You slowly walk toward him to stand between his spread legs. He’s never been a weak man but there’s something about you that has him turning to putty in the palm of your hands and it’s not your blood.

He feels your belly pressed against his chest and he smells it, that sweet scent coming from your daughter. His eyes close, and your fingers slide their way through his hair, nails gently grazing his scalp.

“She’s not moving” you whisper and his eyes open.

“It’s fine” he says, listening to the steady thump of her heart mixed with yours, it’s like a melody. You sigh in relief as he stares at your stomach, there’s so much turmoil in his eyes.

“I want to name her Katalina, it means pure” you admit and he stiffens against you.

“You’re growing attached” he says and your fingers pull away from him.

“Why wouldn’t I? She’s our daughter,”.

Our.

“It. Is a mistake,” he says and you shake your head. You don’t regret any of it, not when you feel her grow inside of you. You grab his hand and force him to feel her.

You gasp when she kicks against his palm for the first time. The feelings is strange but beautiful. His face is stoic but his eyes look conflicted and she kicks again.

“She likes you,” you smile feeling his thumb graze over the spot she kicked.

“Don’t wander far” Mitsuki says as you walk along the garden. You nod in response kneeling to pluck flowers for your room.

“Do you know how to ride?” She asks as she pets the black mare named Juniper.

“No” you answer, gently setting the flowers in a basket.

She wants to say she’ll teach you but there’s no point, after Katalina’s born, they’ll send you away.

“She likes Sukuna” you tell her and her brows raise.

“And how would you know that?”.

“She only kicks for him,” you smile and her face softens. She finds herself wanting to care for the baby as much as you do but it’s useless. Sukuna has never had an issue killing his own flesh and blood, this will make no difference.

“Would you like to pet Juniper?” She asks and your ears perk up. You nod as you stand, holding your belly. You’ve never pet a horse before.

“Can I bru-“ your words are cut off at something hissing through the air. Pain explodes in your chest, you look down at the arrow protruding through your skin and blood pools from your mouth.

“Sukuna !” Mitsuki screams as your body hits the ground with a thud. Red eyes appear above you, his lips are moving but you can’t hear a word as you choke on blood.

He yanks the arrow from your chest and you scream. His fangs dig into his wrist and he holds them to your lips. There’s too much blood pooling in your throat for you to swallow.

Your brows pinch in anguish as your skin pales. He can hear your heart slowing before he drags his fangs across your wrist, splitting the skin open. Your wrists touch and his blood seeps into yours.

His hand rests against your belly and Katalina kicks, the thump of her heart so strong that he finds himself sighing in relief.

Mitsuki tears though the Zenin mercenaries sent to kill you as you roll on your side and cough out the blood. You gasp when you can breathe again.

“Is she okay?” You choke and he nods, lifting you into his arms and carrying you back inside.

“You care” you weakly smile, eyes closing.

The sound of lightning striking the ground has you tossing and turning until you’re out of bed and walking toward his room.

Only a few candles light the room as you enter and walk toward the bed. You pull back the covers and climb in. He turns to face you, and fingers graze your cheek.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, the concern to clear on his face. He’s losing this war.

“I can’t sleep” you say innocently.

“Katalina?” He asks and you smile wide.

“You said her name,” you point out.

“That doesn’t mean anything” he says making you shake your head.

“It’s okay to love her, I know you want to” you confess feeling his fingers brush against your belly under the covers. Katalina kicks and you giggle, his hand moves and she kicks again.

“She only kicks for you, she loves her papa” you say looking into his eyes. He’s scared and you can see it. You lean forward and gently kiss him, slowly pulling away. War is over when his lips find yours, his fingers run circles into your belly as your daughter kicks.

His tongue forces its way inside your mouth and licks at it, letting him get drunk off the taste of you. You moan against his lips, feeling him move to hover over you. Your legs spread to accommodate him and he breaks the kiss to pull your dress up.

His eyes look over your belly and his hand presses against it. Katalina kicks up a storm and he does the most human thing you’ve ever witnessed, he smiles. He hesitantly leans forward and presses a kiss to the skin earning a kick from his daughter.

He looks up at you and lets himself feel. You’re the most beautiful creature he’s ever laid eyes on, now full and carrying his child. He’s been utterly seduced, taken down by the one thing he was meant to kill.

His fingers touch your core, feeling how soaked you are. You inhale as he pushes a finger inside of you, eyes holding yours and you moan.

“There’s not a day I haven’t thought about this” he says pressing a kiss to your cunt and you bite your lip. He adds a second finger, moving slow and deep inside of you, pressing kisses to your belly and your inner thighs.

His thumb rubs furiously at your clit and you cry out, feeling yourself clench onto his fingers. Your legs shake as he continues until it’s too much. You slump against the bed as he moves to lay beside you.

“I need you inside of me” you say feeling his lips graze your forehead.

“I don’t want to hurt her” he says, thinking about how rough he had been taking your virginity.

“You won’t,” you assure him, he hesitantly gets back on and between your legs. He’s too far gone, with you and your daughter. He couldn’t hurt her if he tried, she’s a part of you that he’s grown to love. In those months you were away he was miserable and when he believed you to be pregnant with Naoyas child, he felt anger.

He can’t hate something that you made.

“Hurry” you say and his fingers graze your neck.

“Little brat” he says lining his cock up to your hole and gently thrusting home. The stretch will take getting use to but you moan once he’s fully inside of you. He doesn’t move and it annoys you as you sit up on your elbows.

You roll your hips and moan as you feel him deep inside of you. “So impatient” he whispers pulling out and thrusting in. You shake as he repeats the action over and over. Your hands reach for his and he laces your fingers, listening to your whimpers.

“Harder” you beg, you want to laugh at how afraid he is of hurting your daughter.

“Always demanding”he grits, hips pulling from you and slamming into you hard. You gasp and he does it again feeling you clench around him.

He skin slaps against yours lewdly as he builds a faster and hard rhythm of fucking into you. One of his hands leaves yours to roll your nipple between his finger and you cum around him gasping.

He lifts your leg up and pulls you impossibly closer, burying himself in the depths of you, feeling you cum again. A scream leaves your lips mixed with his harsh grunts.

His thumb drags across your clit, working circles into it. He grips the back of your head and pulls you as close as he can, lips locking with yours. Your breathless gasps hitting his lips, your nails claw at his arms when he hits your cervix and you both cum arms wrapping around him to steady yourself.

You fall to the bed drenched in sweat as he pulls out of you. He kisses your sweaty forehead, listening to Katalinas heartbeat.

Minutes pass and you get up, grabbing your gown and putting it back on. You start to leave until his hand clasp against your wrist.

“Stay” he says and you swallow roughly, climbing back into the bed. He pulls your back against his front, hand splaying across your belly. Katalina kicks and you laugh.

“Does she ever rest?” He asks.

“No,” you answer.

“A brat like her mama” he says and you roll your eyes.

“What are you going to do about the Zenins?” You ask, they had been so close to killing you, to killing Katalina.

“Wipe them from the earth” he says and you frown.

“Some of them are good people, very few but some. They shouldn’t suffer for the sins of their family” you say feeling his lips press against your shoulder.

“That heart of yours bleeds for all the wrong people” he whispers, feeling your hand cover his.

Sukunas still trying to wrap his head around becoming a father, it’s not easy fighting your instincts or changing your beliefs.

He fears now, it’s strange but he does. He fears everything that could go wrong, how either you or her could die, potentially both. He worries he’ll corrupt her, or she’ll grow to hate him. Often times he feels like he can’t breathe, lying awake at night listening to your breathing and her heartbeat.

He nearly had a heart attack the other night when you almost tumbled down the stairs, now he insists on escorting you everywhere and holding your hand.

He slaughtered most of the Zenin clan besides the servants and a few members you asked him to spare. Dracula didn’t spare, only one person was ever spared and that was your mother. He spared her for his own selfish tendencies, but you simply asked him and he obliged.

He feels like a puppet and you his master, he fears when Katalinas born he’ll be wrapped around her finger just as he is yours.

Mitsukis still hesitant, fearing his mind will change. She finds herself touching your belly from time to time, Katalina doesn’t kick of course but Mitsukis trying to learn to love her.

You’re getting so close to giving birth, you’d be lying if you said you’re not scared. Your mother died giving birth to you, a burden you carry with you. You talk to Katalina all the time, incase something goes wrong, you hope she’ll remember your voice.

Sukuna watches you waddle toward the bed, you’re hissing with a limp and he’s instantly at your side.

“What’s wrong?”he asks, kneeling infront of you, hands kneading your belly.

“My feet” you whisper and he looks down to your swollen feet, a sigh leaves you as he begins massaging your right one. His lips kiss the arch of your foot and you giggle as his fingers dig into the flesh. You’re so ticklish but it feels really nice.

He moves onto the other one, repeating his actions as you cradle your stomach.

He leans forward and presses a kiss to your belly button earning a little foot pressed against the skin.

“You’re hurting your mama” he whispers to your belly and you feel a sharp kick to your ribs making you inhale.

“Behave little one” he whispers tapping your belly, feeling Katalinas foot press against his finger.

“Sukuna” you say and he hums, looking up at you.

“If anything happens to me, you have to take care of her. You have to love her, unconditionally” you whisper and he tenses as you speak his worse fear into existence.

He palms your cheek and you lean into it. “I’d turn you before that ever happens” he says. You blink, not having considered that as an option, not sure if that’s what you’d even want.

“I don’t know if I want that, I don’t want to become-“.

“A monster?” He cuts you off. You feel guilt at the admission but he’s not a good man, he’s the reason several children grew up without fathers, the reason your people would hide in their homes and barricade themselves. He’s the reason your mother was unable to flee and be with your father.

He’s done so many horrible things but despite them you find yourself loving him. He’s given you something so precious, something equally you and him. He needs you, he needs her.

Pain erupts in your stomach, hands clutching it as you wake up with pinched brows and you cry out. You feel the liquid running down your thighs and Sukunas immediately awake.

“It hurts” you cry, his hand grabs yours and you clench it. His lips kiss your temple as he yells for Mitsuki.

She rushes in with your midwife and you feel your legs being pried apart. You’re scared, wide eyes looking to Sukuna. His jaws clenched, a face of indifference but his eyes tell you he’s worried.

“She’s not fully dilated yet, it could be hours” the midwife informs.

“Hours of suffering?” Sukuna grits and you squeeze his hand to be nice to the woman merely doing her job.

“It’s okay” you whisper, kissing him. You press your forehead against his, he has to know. Incase these are your last hours with him, he has to know.

Mitsuki and the midwife rush off to fetch towels and water while Sukuna pulls you between his legs, your back to his chest. His fingers pet your hair as your body aches, preparing to deliver your daughter.

“Sukuna, I love you. Incase we don’t have more time I want you to know that. I forgive you for everything and I don’t regret anything. I’d do it all over again to have her, to be with you,” you say and he stills. He doesn’t reply, he can’t bring himself to utter the words. His hands rub your belly and he kisses your temple.

When Mitsuki comes back, you requests a moment alone with her.

“Thank you for everything, for showing me kindness and compassion in the darkest of times. For being my friend, I don’t hold anything you did against you. You love your brother fiercely and I can only hope Katalina receives that same love,” you smile at her.

Hours pass and Mitsuki holds your left hand, Sukuna your right as your Midwife kneels between your legs.

“She’s crowning” she says and a scream leaves your lips as you push, it’s painful. Mitsuki rubs circles into your hand and you watch tears fall from her eyes. You kiss the top of her hand and smile weakly at her, the sister you always wanted.

Your body feels broken the harder you push, sweat coating your skin.

“I love you, I loved you the moment I heard you tell those villagers you were born of fire and blood. How something so vulnerable and beaten could say something so deranged and laugh. The way you showed me not an ounce of fear, sending you away was the hardest thing I’ve ever done and easily my biggest regret but I love you” he says in your ear and you smile giving one last push.

An earth shattering scream pierces the air. Katalina enters the world covered in blood, fists curled. Sukunas bites his wrist and offers you his blood but you shake your head.

“I want to feel this, at least for a few more minutes” you say, he doesn’t understand but he nods as the midwife cleans your daughter and cuts her umbilical cord.

She wraps her in a pink quilt and you sit up, weak and tired and so desperate to meet the little girl that’s completely changed your life.

You sob at the sight of her, her father’s twin with two crimson red eyes. Her hair a mass of pink curls as her fists curls around your finger. Mitsukis crying, fingers grazing Katalinas curls but the baby’s eyes seek out her favorite person. Her eyes land on Sukuna, big and curious.

His whole world stops when their eyes meet, time stands still and suddenly that cold organ that thumps in his chest is filled with so much warmth it’s overwhelming. He leans down to kiss her little fingers smiling, surrounded by his three favorite girls.

Eight years later

Glass shatters and a scream erupts, you’re climbing out of the bed immediately with your husband following behind.

Thunder rumbles outside and you can hear the pitter patter of feet. Your eyes follow the trail of muddy foot prints downstairs and broken pottery. Books thrown everywhere, red and yellow painted handprints coat the walls and you feel on the verge of a heart attack.

The footsteps lead to the kitchen, cupboards open and pots scattered everywhere.

Sukuna spots the pink highlighted head of hair and snatches her up, she screams and her little feet kick at him. Chocolate covers her mouth in a ring and all over her grubby hands. He pretends to bite into her neck and she giggles, feeling him attack her with tickles.

“Papa no” she gasps, hands clawing at his face, coating it in chocolate.

“Come out, now” you say, and watch three heads peek out around the corner. Paint covers them, feet coated in mud and you pinch your nose.

“Mama…”Katalina starts and your brow raises.

“Soreena started it” Adrian accuses pointing to the little girl in Sukunas arms. Her eyes, one brown and the other red widen.

“No I not!” She shrieks.

“Papa, she chased us with paint” Katalina says walking toward her father, eyes big and pleading as she leans into his side and clings to his free arm. Soreena attempts to kick her in the face but he holds her little feet down.

“The truth or you all are sleeping with the horses” Sukuna says and their eyes widen.

“Soreena” the three siblings say.

“Katalina,” he warns and her eyes look to the floor.

“We just wanted to have fun, mama won’t let us outside” she sighs.

“It’s raining, I don’t think I’d like my children being burnt to a crisp because they couldn’t outrun lightning” you say.

“Papa would save us” Nikolai says and you roll your eyes, you swear you’ve raised a cult obsessed with your husband.

“Well I would” Sukuna agrees looking to you and your children grin.

“Told you!” Nikolai says, six years old and the perfect combination of you and his father.

“That’s fine, because of your actions, papa won’t be reading to you tonight” you say and they groan. Soreenas eyes water as she starts to cry.

“Mawma pwease” she begs, you sigh kissing her forehead.

“It’s okay” Sukuna says stroking her hair and kissing her little tears. Her lips pout and her little fangs poke out.

“Where’s Elena?” You ask looking around, Soreena never goes anywhere without her twin sister.

“Here” Mitsuki calls from behind you holding the sleeping three year old. The only child of yours that’s obsessed with you.

“She was behind the sofa” she says as you take her from her. Her cheek rests against your chest as your hand rubs down her back.

Sukuna kisses her chubby cheek, careful to not get chocolate on it.

“You gave birth to demons” Mitsuki says eyeing the mess your children have made, and you can’t seem to argue with her.

“Mimi” Soreena says giggling at her aunt, earning a smile and pat to the head.

“Let’s get you bathed and in bed, papa can read to you but this gets cleaned tomorrow” you say and they nod their heads furiously before running into their father.

Once the kids are bathed and in bed, Elena rests between you and Sukuna with Soreena on his chest. They’re the spitting image of you save for the streaks of pink hair and the one red eye.

His hand trails up and down Soreenas spine as he stares at you three.

“I’m glad you killed your husband” he says and you laugh.

“Which one?” You ask, turning to face him.

“Both,” he says watching your eyes twinkle.

“The verdicts still out on you” you tease and his chest vibrates, making Soreena lift slightly.

“To die by your hands would be the sweetest death” he whispers grabbing your hand to kiss it.

“I love you” you smile.

“I love you to the ends of the earth and beyond that”he says leaning to kiss you. You break apart at the creaking of your door to see Katalina rubbing at her eyes with her stuffed bunny Mitsuki had made her as a baby.

She walks toward the bed and you expect her to go for sukuna but her arms wrap around you.

“I love you mama” she says climbing over you and laying between you and Elena.

“I love you too my angel ,” you say arms wrapping around her. You hear two sets of feet and your sons climb into the bed.

You kiss their foreheads and look at Sukuna and smile, your fangs on display.

“I knew it’d be impossible for you not to fall in love”.

“I never stood a chance, I was already defeated from the start. The bride of Dracula, the cruelest of creatures”

Note: I really enjoyed writing this though it was stressful. Their children are half human half vampire, their vampire traits are more dominant than their human ones like their immortality, aging, healing etc.

Human wise they are more human than animal so not like the instincts sukuna was born with and also have an appetite more for human food than blood.

Adrian is five so he’s the the third oldest and looks like Sukuna in the same way Katalina does. They adore their mom but Sukuna is just the fan favorite. Elena is a mommy’s girl through and through though. Reader has heterochromia not sure if that’s obvi, one of the reasons she was accused of being a witch and her children aside from Katalina and Adrian inherit that from her.

I picture Soreena and elena to have black hair like I do the reader with pink highlights like draculara from monster high kind of look. Nikolai’s hair is mostly dark with pink frosted tips. Sukunas features are more dominant thus the pink hair and red eyes but the twins look like the reader in every other aspect.

Though reader is a vampire, her blood is still the same and addictive to him as is their children’s but he doesn’t crave it anymore, he’d never let his bloodlust bring him to kill his family, at least not again! And he does feed from reader during sex, it’s a kink ;)

Also I was gonna kill her off but I started crying too much lmaooo.

@firefly-333 @idkkkkd @bluebirdhangingonawheepingtree @chxrv @bubb13gumb1tch @kiki17483 @xra1 @berries06 @ilestreign

183 notes · View notes

chosows · 2 days

Text

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.”

#sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #jjk #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #jjk smut #jjk sukuna #oneshot #ryomen sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna #jjk x reader

205 notes · View notes