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Not Just Anybody | baby daddy!sukuna x f!reader

summary: after finding out you were going on a date with someone new right after his relationship ended, sukuna's left wondering just how bad his luck could get.

genre/warnings: hidden child trope, ex-fwb to co-parents to lovers, horrible communication, angst, fluff, smut (piv sex, rough sex, hate sex, sukuna getting overstimulated and biting his knuckles, thigh fucking, full nelson, cowgirl, backshots, mating press)

notes: hellerrrrr this is like 7.2k words I think? I also wrote a mini summary at the end of this chapter, feel free to check it out!

*******also poorly proof read, excuse any typos and don't be afraid to lmk of any mistakes I've made, I stayed up until 3 am writing this lol. anyways, enjoy!

part five | part six | part seven

“How are you feeling tod–”

“Like shit,” Sukuna cuts the therapist off.

Kento’s not even fazed by it, he already knew there was going to be a lot to unpack just by the look on Sukuna’s face when he walked into his office. He didn’t even say hello or good morning to him— just shot him a glare that was followed by a low sigh, then plopped down on to seat.

Now he’s pouting as he waits for the next question, his arms also have yet to uncross.

What a change from their first session. In the beginning he was leaning forward in his seat, looking like he was ready to maul the professional, and now he’s slumped back in his seat wanting Kento to ask him what was wrong.

“I can tell,” Kento says, holding back a sigh. Not that he was frustrated or anything, he just knows his life has the tendency to randomly take a turn for the worst. He also knows that Sukuna himself can randomly take a turn for the worst due to the fact that luck's never really been on the guy's side. “Close your eyes and take a deep breath for a moment.”

“For what?” Sukuna stubbornly asks.

“Just— trust me, okay? Close your eyes and take a deep breath,” he instructs him again.

Without much of a fight, Sukuna follows along. Not like it’d make his week any worse.

“Alright, good. Now tell me, what's the first thing that comes to mind?” Kento asks after he takes a couple more deep breaths.

—

“A date?”

It wasn’t even a question at this point, just one completely unbelievable statement. Not that you getting dates was unbelievable, it was how much life continued to fuck him in the ass.

“Yeah, can you watch her on Saturday or not?” you ask again. “Sorry that it’s so last minute, I figured it’d be fine since you usually like to have your date nights with Yorozu on Fridays.” There was zero bite in your tone, you weren’t even looking at him when repeating yourself.

A part of him wanted to spiral from how normal you are about it all, how fast you moved on. Meanwhile, he’s stuck in the past, like always. It’s almost as hurtful as it is embarrassing— all the nights he’s spent just wishing he could have a do-over with you, wishing you felt the same as him.

“We broke up.” That’s all he has to offer at the moment, that’s what he was planning on talking to you about anyways on the drive here.

“Wait, what?” you finally turn around and ask. He actually does seem a little sad the longer you look up at him, understandably so. If only you knew that’s not what he was actually bummed out about. “What happened?”

“She uhh– cheated on me,” he mumbles back before opening your fridge. The bottle of beer looks quite enticing, but it’s not even noon yet, so instead he reaches for the redbull.

Your face immediately drops from a mixture of shock and pity. If Sayomi weren’t babbling on the other side of kitchen island, it’d be dead silent right now. To be completely honest, the last thing he wants or needs from you is pity.

...Unless if it were enough for to drop your fucking date, but he highly doubts that’ll ever happen.

“I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it’s whatever,” he says in response, closing the fridge door a little too hard and cracking the can open in a way that sprinkled a few droplets of liquid on his hand.

“It’s not whatever, you didn’t deserve that,” you correct him, trying to feed him the whole "everyone deserves love" spiel.

How cute.

He actually did deserve it though. He basically dropped her the moment you and Sayomi came into his life. The slap however? Debatable.

He was right to be pissed about the possibility of her giving him something, but whatever.

“No seriously,” he says, holding a hand out in an attempt to stop you from feeling even more sorry for him. The way you think he's trying to hide his true feelings right now disturbs him in ways he couldn't even explain. “It’s fine, the relationship was on its last leg anyway.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. It’s just– she would’ve backed out eventually,” he sighs, reflecting on all the fights they had. “I was busy enough as is, I didn’t like the idea of splitting my time between her and Yomi anyways. She’s my main priority right now.”

“I see,” you say, handing him a napkin to wipe his hand off. His reason was pretty similar to yours when justifying Suguru ends things with you. “Well, if there’s anything I can do for you, let me know.”

“Yeah, ditch your date” he all but mumbles to himself.

“What’d you say?” you turn around and ask.

“Nothing,” he says, thankful you didn’t actually hear him. “When did you need me to watch her?”

“At 7, I’ll probably be back around 9 or 10. I don’t really plan on being out for too long.”

Good.

“Who’s this date of yours?” he asks, lacing his voice with curiosity to sound more innocent. It actually shows how good he is at hiding his emotions if he actually tried, because he’d be down to seriously murder someone right now.

“His name's Toji,” you chirp out, still so blissfully unaware of the man's internal turmoil.

And now that someone has a name, Toji.

“How’d you meet him?”

“At the business dinner I went to a few weeks ago. He’s one of the heads of the company that was interested in having me manage all their stuff.”

“So he's old,” he cackles to himself. Doesn't matter how much money the guy makes, a man with a dick that doesn't work is a man of no use to you.

Is he ageist? Only when it comes to Toji, he just decided.

“He’s only 40, calm down,” you say in defense.

He let out a low, condescending whistle. “Wasn’t trippin’ to begin with, sweetheart. Just didn’t think you were into older men like that.”

"Okay," you cut him off before he could continue to make more snide remarks. "You sure about that? 'Cause you sound pretty annoyed right now."

"I'm good," he chuckles before pulling Sayomi out of her high chair. "Quit tryna make issues out of thin air."

“Whatever, Sukuna,” you shake your head and sigh. There was no point in continuing the conversation if he was just going to make fun of you for giving someone a little older a chance and then gaslight you over calling him out. “I’m gonna go upstairs and get started on work now. Just text me if you need anything, I have back to back meetings all afternoons.”

“Didn’t ask, but okay.” He says rather rudely, before ignoring you completely.

—

Kento almost wanted to ask if that was seriously all he was mad about, but reminded himself being in a bad mood over it made sense when it came to Sukuna's situation. It’s always hard watching someone move on before you. Maybe now it was time for them to start working on his attachment style.

He wouldn't say that Sukuna's attached to the idea of you, he seems like he's fond of who you are now, but he feels like it might be something more complex.

He's spent so much of his life trying to run away from the pain of losing his parents at such a young age, and now that he technically has a little family unit of his own, it's like he thinks it'll get rid of those parts of him that've been permanently changed.

Kento would have to spend more time thinking about this before bringing it up. Sukuna seems so attached to the idea that maybe you two will end up together, he just wants to break the truth to him gently at this point. Yes, it might happen, but statistics have also shown it's highly unlikely. He can't tell himself that he's a guaranteed exception just because of how unique his circumstances are.

Not only that, it's just not healthy. He might be making progress in his career and fatherhood, but holding on to something like this will just continue to stunt his personal growth in romantic relationships. It already happened with his ex-girlfriend.

“So if I’m hearing this correctly.. You aren’t just mad at the fact that she went on a date. You’re also mad that she wasn’t nervous to talk to you about it?” Kento pauses him and asks.

“Mhm,” Sukuna nods his head.

That’s fucking toxic, but the therapist obviously wasn’t going to word it like that... and at least he was honest about it. He can appreciate that, especially since his clients try to lie to him all the time.

“But wouldn’t her being comfortable with talking to you about those things be a good thing?” he attempts to reframe his viewpoint.

“I kinda like it more when she’s nervous to tell me things,” Sukuna admits.

That’s where Kento decides to change the topic.

He really doesn’t want to get into how pleased Sukuna becomes whenever someone stutters while speaking to him. That’s another problem to tackle on a different day.

“Were things between you two tense after that?” he asks instead.

“Nope,” Sukuna pops the p. “Everything went back to normal after that… at least until Saturday.”

Oh god, Kento internally groans before he begins to dissect what he could possibly mean by that. “And what happened on Saturday?”

Sukuna smirks, “a lot.”

—

Toji was a lot of things— handsome, successful, but most importantly, a father. His son’s around the same age as Yuuji and despite his busy schedule in the finance world, he seems to bend it as much as he could in order to spend more time with Megumi.

You have higher hopes for this one than the last, being single parents was something you could actually bond over.

“So why did you and your daughter’s father separate?” he asks, figuring it was okay since you did ask him about Megumi’s mother first. Not that you meant to, it was one of those questions you were inevitably led to with the direction the conversation was taking.

You were also three glasses of wine in.

And now you wish you could hit the rewind button because you were not ready to unpack that yet.

“It’s complicated,” you let out a little laugh before taking another sip of wine.

“I see how it is,” he clicks his tongue and chuckles. “Guess I’ll save that question for the third or fourth date then.”

“And who said there was going to be a second one?” you begin to tease the man ,who’s clearly too confident in himself to care.

“Me,” he says shamelessly, before getting a little more serious. “I’d take you out anytime you want if it’s as fun as tonight. Only if you want, of course.”

“I think I’d like that,” you smile at him. You swear on your life you wouldn’t be able to even hold a conversation with him sober. It wasn't that bad at the business dinner since you were with other people, talking about their company, and also drinking.

But fuck this is so much more different compared to a business dinner. You weren't even this nervous on your first date with Suguru, and you thought he was intense upon first impression. Toji's on a different level, he's insanely intimidating, but in a good way. If you didn’t have to go home tonight, you most likely would’ve jumped his bones already.

Your conversation with him gets cut short though when Sukuna decides to call you after 5 missed texts.

“Babysitter?” Toji asks.

“Mhm.” You let out a frustrated sigh. Was it a lie? Who knows at this point, the last thing you wanted was for him to find out it was your baby daddy who’d been texting you these last 30 minutes and now calling. “Mind if I step out and take it?”

“Not at all,” He assures you. “Take all the time you need, doll.”

If only Sukuna was this patient.

His call ended up getting sent to voicemail on your walk to the bathroom, because there was no fucking way you were going to run in this restaurant in this heels. Hell, you wouldn’t run ever, unless there was an emergency, which there clearly wasn’t given the last five texts he sent you.

All of which were different variations of “are you okay” and “when will you be back”.

He doesn’t even give you the chance to call him back, he goes straight to calling you again.

“What?!” you pretty much whisper-yell at him the moment you step into the empty bathroom and answer.

“What do you mean ‘what’? It’s 11:00 and I’m just tryna see if you’re okay, don’t get a fuckin’ attitude with me,” he retorts. “You won’t even thumbs up one of my texts back, letting me know you're alive.”

“You are so dramatic sometimes,” you say as you begin to rub your temple. “Didn’t know I had to report back to you.”

“Didn’t know you’d be out past 10 either, yet here we are–" he begins to complain, but then cuts himself off. "You’re tipsy as fuck right now, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.”

“You’re so fuckin’ annoying sometimes,” he mumbles.

“Yeah? So are you,” you argue back.

He doesn’t care to argue right now, he’s too tired to do so. You can overhear him rummaging through your liquor cabinet and pouring himself a drink.

“You comin’ back tonight or are you gonna spend the night at your boyfriend's house?”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Don’t care,” he cuts you off. “I just need to know if I’m watching Yomi overnight or not.”

“Of course I’m coming back,” you say defensively. “What makes you think I’d leave for the night without saying anything?”

“The fact that it’s past 10 and you keep ignoring my messages," he reminds you again.

“I wasn’t ignoring them, you just didn’t give me the chance to answer them.”

“Lost track of time?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re so full of shit when you get a couple drinks in you, but we’ll talk about that later when you come stumbling home.”

“I’m not gonna be stum–”

“Yes you are,” he flatly responds. “Hope you enjoy the rest of your night.”

His words before hanging up on you almost sounded like a threat. At this point you were more curious to see if he’d even follow through with whatever the hell he meant by them, because you know for a fact he doesn’t care if you have a good night with Toji or not.

You're met with Toji’s little grin when you come back to the table. By the look on your face, he could already tell that the time for tonight was up.

“Did I keep you out past curfew?” he cheekily asks.

“You did,” you nod. “It’s my fault for losing track of time though. But yeah, it's time to call it a night.”

“I’ll take some of that blame,” he says before waving down a waiter and mouthing ‘check please’ to them. “You can tell the babysitter I wouldn’t shut up or something.”

“I probably should.”

You definitely won’t, it’ll just give your “babysitter” more ammo to argue with you when you get back.

The ride back home was quiet.

Toji offered to give you a ride back home, but you decided to uber home in an attempt to mentally prepare yourself for whatever reaction Sukuna had waiting for you at your house.

Which didn’t help, the man was blasting classical music the entire ride back.

Your heart rate slowly began to pick up once you got past the gates into the neighborhood and by the time the driver pulled up to your house, it was racing.

It's moments like this where you wish Sukuna never came back into your life. Why did he have this much of an effect on you? He didn’t even say anything that bad on the phone and now here you are freaking out over seeing him.

But of course, your Uber driver already had a new customer to pickup by the time he pulled up to your house. Can’t keep him waiting on you.

You take a moment to fix your hair and your train of thought before opening the door to your home. You’d think he’d have something playing on the TV, but it’s eerily quiet right now. He’s obviously awake and still here downstairs though, you can hear a glass being set down on the counter.

You push through your nerves though and announce yourself before stepping into his view. “I’m back.”

“No shit,” he's quick to respond.

“As grumpy as ever I see.” You try to lighten the mood and even force out a laugh that he’ll most likely see through. You turn the corner into the kitchen and see him sitting on one of the barstools, leaning over the counter with a drink in hand.

He’s either been slowly sipping on it given how the phone call was over 30 minutes ago, or he poured himself up a new one while waiting for you. It was most likely the latter.

“How was Sayomi?”

“The usual— a perfect little angel,” he responds boredly. “The complete opposite of her mother.”

“C’mon, you can’t be that mad over me going out and having fun,” you say, throwing your arms out in defeat.

“That’s not it,” he lets out a low laugh that does not match his current expression. He's pissed and you can tell he's holding on to the last bit of his sanity. “We’ve had an entire conversation about communication whenever it comes to one of us watching Yomi and you throw it out the window the moment you go out.”

“I didn’t throw it out the window,” you argue back.

“Oh right, time got away from you, my fuckin’ bad,” he says mockingly.

“Fine– fuck– I’m sorry,” you immediately give in, not wanting to end your night with a full blown fight with the man. “I didn’t think it was that big of a deal and kept telling myself the date would end soon anyways.”

“That date wouldn't have ended had I not fuckin’ called you,” he continues to argue with you.

“Yes it would’ve!”

“I seriously doubt that.” He downs the rest of his drink in one go before pouring himself up another one. “You left here at 6:30, and now it’s what? 11:43?”

“Didn’t know I had a curfew,” you scoff.

“You don’t,” his voice drops threateningly low as he looks you dead in the eye. “This was your first date with the guy. Don’t even try to fucking twist this right now, I’m allowed to wonder if you're okay and check in on you when you don’t answer.”

And that shuts you up for a second.

His therapy sessions have actually been working. The aggressive honesty and vulnerability was a shock to see at the very least, but it also made you lower your guard for the time being.

Maybe this was love in the most basic form for him, just needing to know you’re alright and safe— something you’d rather get scolded over at the end of the night, instead of the fights you’ve had in the past where you two hurled profanities and insults at each other.

Not that he was in love, this wasn’t even close to the type of love he had for his daughter and nephew, it was probably something closer to Choso. Maybe even Yuki.

“You’re right, Sukuna,” you say in all honesty. They were words you never thought you’d find yourself saying, but you had no problem admitting it, especially with how he opened up to you without losing his patience and yelling at you. “It was messed up that I didn’t consider that and I’m sorry. I promise I’ll respond to your text messages and keep you updated the next time I meet someone for the first time– no– whenever I’m out and you’re watching Yomi.”

You should’ve stopped at “I’m sorry”, he really didn’t want to hear or even think about you going on more dates, but he appreciated your words nonetheless. You said all the right things, he felt the sincerity in your voice.

This should be the end of it.

But it’s only been a couple months since he’s started and he cannot for the life of him get the thought of other men getting to enjoy you out of his head. He couldn’t even blame it on the expensive scotch you keep at home and never touch.

This is the second man you’ve gone out with in the time he’s been back in your life. Truth be told, he's fucking tired of it, one was enough as is.

“Surprised you’re not stumbling around right now.” He says, continuing to push your buttons while blatantly checking you out— the two things he’s best at. “What’s your skirt all hiked up for? Didn’t look that short when you left.”

“I’ve been sitting at a restaurant all fucking night, what’d you think would happen to a silk skirt?” you spat back in annoyance. No good deed goes unpunished with this one apparently, reminding you once again that Sukuna is an asshole in his most basic, purest form.

He bursts out laughing at that, you sounded like such a brat right now to him, even though he’s done way worse to you.

“Hell if I know, sweetheart," he says after his own laughter goes down. "But since you're asking and I'm practicing on my honesty here, I thought you let him fuck you in the bathroom stall or something.” He takes one more good luck at the skirt before picking up his glass again and taking a generous sip out of it.

The slight creases around your hips did look like you'd been sitting down for around 4 hours though. Maybe you shouldn't be at one for that long if you didn't want him picking on you for it.

You end up grimacing at his response. “You’re so fucking disgusting sometimes.”

“You used to like that about me,” he softly says then chuckles.

“Well things change.” You murmur back, unsure of what to do at this point as you pathetically kick your heel back and forth.

“No need to remind me,” he says in response. "You've made that very clear."

You used to like me too, is what he had actually wanted to respond with, but what was the point in that?

He wasn’t exactly sure of what his intentions were right now, but guilting tripping you definitely wasn’t one of them.

Would it be weird if he suddenly told you how beautiful you look tonight, or would that throw you off too much?

He tried to earlier before you left, but you were in too much of a rush to talk about anything other than what time you’d be back. There’s not even a point in giving him instructions for the night with Yomi anymore. You said it yourself, he’s the best dad to Sayomi, maybe even the better parent out of you two.

A compliment for him and an insult to yourself— him and Kento agreed that was just your guilt starting to surface.

He really should give you that compliment, but it’s hard when it’s not for him that you’re this dressed up for. So the words get washed off the tip of his tongue by the drink that made it easier for him to admit he was worried about you.

“So did you let him?” He asks instead.

“Let him what?”

“Fuck you,” he says simply, like it was the most normal thing to ask your ex, who isn't really your ex. “Did you let him fuck you?”

“Of course I didn’t!” you suddenly raise your voice from how much he’s testing your patience right now. “Are you sure it’s not you who’s drunk right now? These questions are insane.”

“Definitely not drunk,” he smirks. “You sound way too defensive to be telling the truth right now though.”

“I’m not fucking lying,” you snap at him

“Okay,” he chirps out, clearly pleased with the reaction he got out of you. “Whatever you say, princess.”

“And can you stop with the pet names?” you nearly hiss at him as you go to grab a water bottle from the fridge.

“Why? Don’t tell me your boyfriend’s insecure enough to get mad over something like that.”

Oh to be driven to the point where you finally break and throw your head back in laughter. Those first couple of seconds are euphoric, you're convinced nothings better than that short burst of energy after realizing you didn’t have to be the bigger person, not when it comes to the man that eventually finds himself right in front of you.

You don’t even remember what exactly you said that made him snap too, something about being bitter that he got cheated on, nothing worse than what he’s said to you in the past.

“At least I’m not the one that’s constantly on the hunt to find someone, tryna find Sayomi a stepdad ‘n shit,” he says with the biggest grin.

He’s enjoying this.

It’s something you don’t catch on to, so you end up shoving him in the heat of the moment.

“So now you’re calling me whore?! Is that it?!”

“Just saying you move on fast, that’s all,” he retorts. “Can’t deny it either, you fuckin’ dipped on me like I was nothing.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Sukuna! Here I was thinking we were actually getting somewhere but you constantly make it clear that you’re never going to let that go!” you take a step forward as you yell over him. “What’s the fucking point in trying to include me in the time you spend with Sayomi if you clearly fucking hate me for making the choice I made?!”

“I don’t fucking hate you and that’s the problem!” he yells back before aggressively rubbing his face.

Fuck it.

“I fucking loved you, and it's my fault for not telling you back then, but it doesn’t change the fact that I did. And– fuck!– I still do," he reveals, throwing his arms out in pure frustration. "I would’ve stayed with you, I would’ve gone to every single doctor's appointment with you, I would’ve held your fucking hand during the delivery— we would’ve been a fucking family!”

“I know! I fucking know,” your voice slightly cracks. It's not even from the sadness, you just hate hearing about what could’ve been. That, and that you were so wrong about him. You’ll spend the rest of your life eating your own words, regretting that you sabotaged your own happiness for nearly two years. “You think I don’t realize that whenever I see you two together?”

“How the fuck would I know that when you're going out and trying to find someone else to have a fresh start with?” he asks, slowly coming down from his own rage, the raspiness of his voice will the proof of it all by tomorrow.

It was wrong, getting mad at you for dating when he had a girlfriend this entire time up until a week ago. He tells himself it's different, the he was already in a relationship to begin with, but that just makes him look more selfish than he already was.

It’s wrong.

Changing the narrative, changing everything around him as much as he could for his own comfort. Lying to himself in order to make reality easier to swallow. It didn't work when his parents passed away during his first year of college, why would it work now?

Sometime's he hates how he's not that kid with a fresh wound anymore. He had the time and resources to grow from it, to become someone that didn't let grief ruin them. Now he's just an asshole.

It's exhausting, spending all of his adulthood going through the motions. The only times he feels alive is when he's fighting, fucking, or winning a game.

Thrill seeking, adrenaline chasing— will it ever be enough?

No, he’s crashing his lips into yours.

It’s also wrong, but he doesn’t care.

He’s an asshole, and he knows you like him like this with the way you're kissing him back with the same fervor. The way you wrap your arms around and pull him closer to you erased whatever guilt he felt tonight.

You can taste the scotch on him, something about it makes you wish you spent the night with him and Yomi instead. He spent this entire time waiting for you to get back home safe, ready to explain what his problem was.

And now he’s turning you around and bending you over the marble counter.

What are you even doing with your life at this point?

You don't even know anymore, your skirts bunched up at your waist and he just ripped your lace thong off like it was nothing.

“Fuck.” He's running his tip through your folds. “Just admit you miss me already.”

Your eyes continue to glaze over more and more everytime he grazes against your clit— teasing you, dragging the moment out until you finally admit it.

He suddenly grabs your jaw and pulls you back to murmur in your ear, “you’re fuckin’ soaked right now. Don’t be stubborn and say you want me already, babe.”

You still don't say anything, because yeah, you kind of are stubborn. Instead you move your hips back, thinking that’d do it, but instead his dick slips in between your thighs which earns a low, pleased groan out of him.

“Or we could do this,” he chuckles. He starts to move back and forth while slowly peppering kisses down your neck. “Could just fuck your thighs until you beg me to put it in.”

“You’re an asshole,” You snap at him in frustration, feeling his thick cock glide past where you want him the most. “God why do you have to make everything so hard.”

“Says the one who could've been stuffed full by now,” he taunts you, letting out a couple breathy moans. You already know he’d be just fine like this, it wouldn’t be the first time he’s fucked your thighs. “It's easy, princess. Only gotta say three words– fuck I forgot how good this felt– you’re seriously gonna let your own pride keep you from having some fun?”

"It's you that's doing that, not me."

"Nothing wrong with wanting some validation," he murmurs against your skin, you can feel him smiling against your neck as he says it. "I used fuck you so good, used to make you cum so hard and so much too. Let me do it again."

“Fine,” you whine. “I miss you! Are you happy now?”

He says nothing in return and instead fully sheathes all 10 inches inside of you in one go. The sudden intrusion makes you nearly scream and gasp for air and he just covers your mouth while he begins driving his dick into you with the same precision that made you so weak for him in the first place.

it’s was mean, brutal even, and it made you see stars.

“Keep it down,” he murmurs in your ear. “M’gonna lose it if she wakes up from this.” You two were lucky Yomi didn't wake up while yelling at each other. The last thing he needed was her waking up when you two were... making up.

The sounds of skin slapping and his belt buckle clanking steadily become louder. He didn't even bother taking his clothes off for this, it's not like they got in the way.

"So fuckin' tight," he groans, continuing to pound his way into you. You struggle to keep your balance with the heels on, but you stay strong knowing he couldn't bend you over and fuck you so easily without them on. "Takin' me soo good too, princess— always took me like a pro. Can't wait to make you watch this shit."

"Hm?!" It's barely a question and it's laced with slight panic. His hand's his still over your mouth and it's the only distinguishably different sound from the muffled moans coming out of you.

"Hm?" He mocks you, then laughs immediately after, like a fucking asshole.

Sukuna doesn't even bother to elaborate on it, nor do you think too much into it, at this point you were too focused taking each and every inch he gave to you. His was insanely thick too, completely filling you up and stretching you to your limit.

He shouldn’t even be able to fit, yet he did and was always able to pull an orgasm out of you faster than you could if you were by yourself.

Right now's no different, he works it out of you. Finding the spot that makes your legs shake and walls tighten around him, then straight up abuses it until you're crying out his name. Just when you think you think you can't take it anymore, he takes his hand off your mouth, and shoves two fingers in them.

You didn't know what to think of it, but you quickly lose your ability to think when he starts fucking you and rubbing your clit with those same two fingers at almost the same speed.

The sight must've been obscene.

Squeezing your eyes shut, one hand covering your mouth while the other holds on to the counter, trying to keep your balance because the father of your child's only goal at the moment is to make you cum so hard that you pass out. He wants to fuck you into a coma. You're sure of it.

Not to mention all the things he's saying to you, going back and forth between different variations of "shut the fuck up" and "fuck— fuck yes, baby— just let go ‘n fuckin’ cum for me already”.

Every single one went straight to your core and after one particularly harsh thrust, your ears ring and eyes blur while you begin to fucking gush all over him.

“Oh fuuck— feels so good, that’s it baby just let go for me,” he says through his low, raspy moans, slowing down while he fucks you through it. "Fuck, fuuck— that's it baby, so' messy too, you're so fuckin' sexy cumming all over my cock like this.”

It takes a moment for you to come back to your senses, especially with how he shot all 5 of yours out of place. But the sound of his jeans eventually pull you out of your daze, pushing yourself the counter, bracing yourself for whatever came next.

“What the fuck,” you say as you try to catch your breath. You were trying so hard to come down from the high that you forgot he liked having you an overstimulated mess, the only reason why he stopped was so he could look at the absolute mess you made. "Were you trying to make me fucking pass out?"

Maybe.

“That was so fucking hot,” he murmurs to himself in amazement. It’s all over you, the floor, his jeans that he has yet to take off, but really needed to.

He doesn't even know he zipped them up to be honest. He didn't even get to finish, he decided to focus on you and it obviously paid off.

Before you know it, you two are in the guest room that’s the furthest away from your daughters, where you’re able to make as much noise as you want while Sukuna continues to fuck you with the same intensity as the first round, this time with you folded up in a full nelson.

He fucks you fast— effortlessly snapping his hips up everytime he drops you down on to his length. He made sure you were facing the mirror so you could watch yourself get ruined by him. It’s like he wanted every part of this ingrained in your brain— the way he pounds into you, the way you couldn’t escape him with how your knees were pinned to the sides of your chest, the way you beg for more because you are just as selfish as him at the end of the day.

You don’t fall apart with him, he’s not somebody you turn to mush with either.

He’s somebody that rips you apart.

Every sound that’s pulled out of you is raw and real, there was no way you could fake it. He finds what makes you feel good and drowns you in it, stripping you bare and leaving you wide open for him to consume.

It didn’t matter how much had changed between you two, it’s just who he was. And you were you, someone who felt at home being on the other end of it.

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There’s water bottles littered on top of the dresser, you two have been going at it for hours, in every position you could think of.

Folding you in a mating press, making you press down on your stomach at one point to see how deep he was inside of you. He’d surprise you with a particularly harsh thrust here and there, just to see how loud he could get you. Then he’d eventually pick up the pace, pounding into you until he had you crying and cumming all over his cock again.

Making you ride him, taunting you about how you wouldn’t last more than 5 minutes and saying he’d help you if you begged him hard enough. He quickly took those words back the moment you started bouncing on cock, treating him like he was some fucking sex toy. You weren’t so forgiving though and didn’t allow him to touch you.

It started off with just him sitting back on his elbows, talking you through it and telling you how good you were doing. As time went on, his words became less. He mainly threw his head back while letting out the most sinful, drawn out moans or going completely mute while biting on his knuckles, with few desperate pleas to just please let him touch you. He eventually stopped begging all together and placed a hand on your hip. It earned himself a slap across the across and made him cum so hard that he genuinely thought he was going to have an out of body experience because of it.

Especially since you didn’t stop fucking him until you knew he was done, literally milking him for all he had and then some, like a spoiled brat.

He got his revenge on you shortly after, when he had you taking backshots from him in the world's meanest arch. Smushing your face down into the bed, degrading you and calling you all sorts of things that would’ve made you slap him again if it were under normal circumstances. He snapped his hips so hard against your ass that the sounds echoed throughout the room, making you eventually bite down on the blanket while you continued to take each and every one of his powerful thrusts. Even then, neither of you were worn out.

You both were insatiable, taking turns on each other's bodies, allowing yourselves to use each other for reasons that probably won’t make sense once it’s all over.

The sex you two had in the past was nothing compared to this. Maybe it’s because hurt and anger were now added into the mix of confusing emotions you already felt towards each other.

In the beginning, you were so afraid to show more than just the “chill” side of yourself-- in fear of him calling it quits, in fear of him labeling you as some whiny girl for wanting more out of him.

And these past few months you've shown him nothing but the complete opposite of who you were when you were with him, yet he still wants you around. The person you were when you were with him didn't even exist, you just became someone you thought he'd like.

You betrayed yourself and it was all for nothing. It’s not until the end when you realize it, when you're splayed out under him and he’s giving you the slowest, deepest strokes. The burden of it strikes you right then and there and the tears that begin to stream down your face feel endless, Sukuna can’t keep up with them no matter how many times he wipes them away.

And he has no idea what they’re from and who they're for, you two stopped talking to each other a while ago. So he just wipes the tears away and kisses you slowly, not even realizing how much more confusion he’s adding.

Making love to someone should feel blissful, it’s supposed to be mindless.

How can he feel that way after everything that’s happened? After everything you’ve done?

He’s so gentle with you. Does he think that you still deserve it?

You wouldn’t know, you fell asleep shortly after. Your entire body was sore, but it was the headache and tears you’d brought upon yourself that made you finally listen to your body and give in to rest.

Falling asleep with Sukuna was always easy, he’s warm. He’s heavy too, but you’ve always found comfort in the way he’d weigh you down with his body, you were secure.

That feeling of security doesn’t last, it never does. You remember that when you wake up in the cold bed of your empty guest room. Sukuna seemed to have cleaned it up a bit while you were asleep, but the clean space does nothing to help the panic that immediately began to settle over you.

You were going to have to eventually leave the room to face him and the child you share together. The only way you'd be able to do that is if you shoved down the feelings of shame far enough to where you would've feel them again until your all alone in your bed tonight, but your not sure if that's possible at this point.

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“What the fuck,” Kento mumbles to himself with his head in his hands, dropping his professionalism for a split second. The only thing he had to say at the moment was that he just knew Sukuna would be the one client that makes him drop his daily facade.

Judging by his therapist's reaction, he’s definitely glad he didn’t tell the full story. Not that he’d go ever go into graphic detail, but there was a huge difference between “we ended up sleeping together” and “I fucked her all night”.

“Alright,” Kento recollects himself and says, lightly rubbing his temple before putting the glasses back on. “Let me just get this straight, you got mad at her last week for bringing up that she had a date, but you two were still completely normal up until she got back from her date.”

“Mhm,” he nods.

“But you still feel like… shit over her going out?”

“No, that’s kind of old news now. The story just wouldn’t make sense if I hadn’t mentioned it.” He tries to clarify, even though Kento is still left incredibly confused.

“Right.” The therapist clears his throat. “So what is it exactly that you don’t feel good about now?”

“Just everything that happened, things are kinda.. weird now.”

“How so?”

“We’ve only spoken a couple words to each other since then.”

notes: heeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyy 🫣 things got a little messy and complicated here haha

ummm sooo pretty much he fucked her so good she like *actually* realized her faults that weren't just her hiding an entire baby, and now she lw had depression idk. and ya! before having a baby, she basically was just like one of those people that kinda morphed in whoever their crush wanted.

she's obv grown to be her own person and is confident in herself, but realizing that he would've liked her regardless kinda made her spiral bc she was like why tf was I so hard on myself??? I fr hated myself that much?? yomi didn't have a dad bc of this??????

in this chapter we are reminded that they're kinda just dumb, confused kids at heart

also, sukuna's lw so fucked up for that 😭 toji didn't even get a CHANCE before he called him old and fucked reader right after her date. but we'll see.....

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In Spite of Me

Sukuna Ryomen x Reader

Summary: Sukuna doesn’t believe in love, until you, reckless and fearless, crash into his life. When you’re nearly taken from him, his rage reveals a terrifying truth: there��s nothing he won’t do to protect you. Not even love you.

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You weren’t supposed to matter.

He told himself that every time you walked into a room, bright-eyed, reckless, never flinching from him like the others did.

You spoke to him like he was a man, not a monster.

You looked at him like he wasn’t made entirely of blood and hate.

And he hated you for it.

Except, not really.

“You’re staring again.”

Sukuna’s eyes narrow. “You’re imagining things, brat.”

You lean back against the stone wall of the old shrine, arms crossed, unafraid as usual. “You’ve got a weird way of pretending you don’t care. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were interested.”

He bares his teeth in something like a grin. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’ve ended civilizations for less.”

You snort. “Yeah, and yet, here I am.”

And there you were, always there.

Taunting him, challenging him, walking beside him like he wasn’t cursed, wasn’t ancient, wasn’t ruined.

Sometimes he thought you might actually be insane. Other times, he thought you were the only one alive who saw him, not the title.

You learn early that Sukuna doesn’t “talk” so much as command.

His affection, if you can even call it that, comes in the form of half-spoken threats and unblinking protectiveness. He lets no one touch you. Not even those he pretends to trust.

He watches you like a dragon watches its hoard.

Dangerous. Possessive.

But not... cruel.

Not to you.

He speaks sharply, always.

But never to cut you. Never to wound.

At least, not until the day you get hurt.

It wasn’t supposed to be serious.

A mission gone wrong, a cursed spirit you didn’t see coming. Just one second of vulnerability, and you’re slammed into the wall, ribs crunching under the weight of something foul and ancient.

Sukuna arrives two seconds later.

And he loses control.

The ground splits with his scream.

His domain expansion shreds the air like paper. The cursed spirit doesn’t even get a chance to speak, it’s reduced to nothing in under a second. Blood sprays across the floor like ink.

The walls tremble. Trees outside snap in half from the force of his rage.

But he doesn’t stop.

He keeps destroying.

The ruins.

The ground.

The air.

Until he sees you, collapsed, bloodied, eyes half-lidded.

And suddenly, it’s too quiet.

“Don’t you dare.”

You hear his voice like thunder in a cave, low, choked.

You try to smile, blood on your lip. “Relax, I’m not dying.”

He’s at your side in an instant, crouched low, hands ghosting over your injuries like he doesn’t know where to touch.

And maybe he doesn’t.

Maybe Ryomen Sukuna has never cared for anything fragile in his entire long, cursed life.

His fingers twitch. He clenches them into fists instead.

“Who did this?”

You blink slowly. “Does it matter? You already killed it.”

“It matters,” he growls, “because you’re mine.”

You raise a brow, weakly. “Am I?”

His jaw flexes.

You almost laugh. “You sound jealous.”

“I am.”

That shuts you up.

His breath is shaky. His voice, even more so.

“I told myself I wouldn’t care. You were nothing. A mortal. A brat with a sharp tongue and a death wish. And still...” He grabs your chin, forcing your dazed eyes to meet his. “You crawled under my skin. In spite of me. In spite of everything.”

You reach up and touch his cheek. His eyes flash, but he doesn’t move away.

“Sukuna…” you whisper. “It’s okay. I already knew.”

His voice cracks. “Then why the hell did you stay?”

“Because I saw what you didn’t want me to. And I wasn’t afraid.”

He heals you himself.

It’s messy. Angry.

But his hands tremble less by the time your wounds begin to fade. He doesn’t let you walk for two days, keeping you in the shelter of his domain where no one can reach you.

Not even your own thoughts.

When you wake fully, you find him sitting beside the bed, head bowed, fingers loosely curled around your wrist.

Watching.

Waiting.

“Say it,” you whisper, breaking the silence.

He scowls. “Say what?”

“You know what.”

A long pause.

A flicker of emotion behind his eyes.

“I’d burn the world,” Sukuna says quietly, “if it meant keeping you alive.”

You smile. “Close enough.”

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Sukuna’s used to being the one in control—on the streets, in the sheets, and everywhere in between. But then you come along, watching him speed through the finish line like it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen (because, honestly, it is), and before he can smirk in your direction, you beat him to it.

A simple bite turns into a steamy mess in the backseat of his car at a drive-in, the kind of night Sukuna usually forgets by morning. But for the first time, he wonders if a one-night stand is really all he wants.

ryomen sukuna x reader

wc: 3.3k

mdni (18+), read with discretion

You stand at the edge of the crowd, watching as cars line up at the makeshift starting line. You aren’t here for the cars—not really. You notice Sukuna the moment he arrives—it’s impossible not to with his striking tattoos, the cocky way he carries himself, and the absolute menace in his smirk. His car, a matte black Nissan GT-R with burgundy-red accents, looks just as ruthless as he does. He leans against the hood, eyes scanning the competition like a king surveying his territory.

And is he handsome—sharp jawline, impossibly perfect cheekbones, eyes that burn like embers under the glow of streetlights. Even his scars, jagged and unapologetic, only add to his allure. He crosses his arms, exuding effortless control. He doesn’t just own the space; he owns the entire night.

The race is over in seconds. Sukuna wins, obviously. It isn’t even close. You aren’t surprised—how could someone who looks like that ever lose? He has the kind of presence that makes anything less than winning seem absurd.

When he steps out of his car, dripping in arrogance, you walk up without hesitation, tilting your head slightly as he looks down at you with amusement—like he already knows exactly what you’re thinking.

He’s just so damn attractive—too sharp, too cocky, too effortlessly seductive. The kind of man who could ruin someone without even trying. And that’s why you want to watch the way his lips curve into a smirk, hear that voice in a more sultry setting that doesn’t involve screeching tires.

You just smile. “Wanna get a burger?”

For the first time all night, Sukuna hesitates. Not because he doesn’t want to—he absolutely does. You’re hot, and he’s used to women throwing themselves at him, but they never ask. They linger, they flirt, they wait for him to take control. He’s used to making the first move, to dominating the space, to pulling them in with that razor-sharp smirk and letting them know they don’t really have a choice.

You? You just invite him out like it’s no big deal. Like he is no big deal.

He’s intrigued by that.

“All right, sweetheart,” he says, spinning his keys around his finger with lazy precision, the metal glinting under the streetlights. He lets them twirl once more before catching them effortlessly, smirking as he looks at you. “Let’s see what you’re about.”

By the time you reach the drive-thru, you're mid-story about a disastrous first date you once had—something about a guy who spent the entire time talking about crypto. Sukuna actually finds himself laughing, something rare enough to surprise even him. You definitely aren’t intimidated by him—most people either fear him or admire him from a distance, but you just…talk. Like you’ve known him forever.

The drive-thru itself is part of an old-school car movie theater, the kind that plays classics on a massive outdoor screen while people eat in their cars. Sukuna pulls into a spot near the back, where the glow of the projector flickers against his windshield. The night air is cool, but the inside of his GT-R feels warm, thick with the scent of fresh burgers and the lingering trace of his spicy cologne. You unwrap your food casually, now paying more attention to the movie playing in front of you than to the man sitting beside you.

“So, what’s the deal?” Sukuna asks, watching you with lazy interest as you dip a fry into your shake.

“With?”

“You.”

You lick a bit of chocolate off your lip before answering, slow and absentminded—but his eyes follow the movement, sharp and unreadable. It’s such a simple thing, but somehow, it feels deliberate. Seductive, even. His grip on his keys tightens for half a second before he spins them around his finger again, leaning back like he isn’t affected.

“Nothing,” you say casually. “I just thought you were hot, and I wanted a burger.”

His smirk deepens, dark amusement flickering in his gaze. “That simple, huh?”

You shrug, popping the fry into your mouth like you aren’t playing with fire. “You don’t look like you think that hard about anything.”

Sukuna’s eyes narrow, a flicker of annoyance flashing across his face—but it’s quickly replaced with an unexpected chuckle. He should be offended. But you aren’t treating him like some street racing legend, or like he’s someone to be wary of. You aren’t scared, aren’t trying to play coy, and sure as hell aren’t trying to impress him.

It pisses him off how much he likes it.

He doesn’t believe in fate or any of that shit, but something about tonight feels different. Something about you feels different.

You take another sip of your milkshake, licking from your lips before catching the way Sukuna’s gaze darkens. A slow, knowing smirk tugs at your mouth. “You keep looking at me like that, and I might start thinking you actually want to fuck me.”

Sukuna shifts in his seat, turning toward you fully now. His arm drapes lazily over the back of your headrest, closing the space between you as he leans in. His scent—something dark, spicy, and unmistakably masculine—wraps around you, making the air feel even warmer.

He lets out a low chuckle, his fingers drumming against your thighs. “And what if I am?”

The inside of Sukuna’s car feels smaller now, the air thick with something heavier than the scent of fries and milkshakes. You raise an eyebrow, acting unbothered even as your pulse quickens slightly. “Then I guess you should do something about it.”

That was all the invitation he needed.

Sukuna’s grip on your hips tightens as he lifts you slightly, his crimson eyes glinting with that feral edge you’ve come to crave. “Ride me, but don’t you dare move those hips.” He repositions you effortlessly, settling you atop him in the cramped driver’s seat. His cock, hard beyond belief, buries deep inside your pussy, fills you to the brim, stretching you in a deliciously overwhelming way. He doesn’t thrust, doesn’t give you the friction you’re dying for—just keeps you there, cockwarming him, your walls clenching around his pulsing length as he leans back with a wicked grin.

His rough hands start to slide up your waist, calloused fingers brushing the curve of your waist before cupping your breasts. “Look at these,” he growls, squeezing them firmly, his thumbs grazing over your nipples until they harden under his touch. He dips his head, his hot breath fanning across your chest, and then his mouth is on you. His lips latch onto one nipple, sucking hard, the wet heat of his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. He flicks it with quick, teasing strokes, then drags the flat of his tongue over it in a slow, deliberate lick that sends a jolt straight to your core.

You can’t help it—a soft whimper escapes your lips, your body trembling as his mouth works you over. Sukuna’s teeth graze the tender flesh, making you gasp, and then he sucks again, pulling the nipple deeper into his mouth. His tongue rolls around it, sloppy and relentless, leaving a trail of spit that glistens on your skin. He switches to the other breast, giving it the same treatment—latching on with a hungry growl, sucking until it’s swollen and aching, his tongue tracing lazy circles before flicking the tip sharply.

The sounds start spilling out of you, quiet at first—little whimpers that catch in your throat, then soft moans as his mouth grows more insistent. “S-Sukuna…” you breathe, your fingers digging into his shoulders, your body quivering from the torment of his stillness inside you and the onslaught on your chest. Each moan seems to stoke something in him; you feel his cock throb harder, swelling even more within your tight heat. It’s like your sounds are fueling him, his length twitching against your walls, hot and heavy, stretching you further with every pulse.

He groans against your breast, the vibration rumbling through your core as he pulls back slightly, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your glistening nipple. “Fuck, keep making those noises,” he mutters, as his tongue leaves your breasts slick with spit as he alternates between them—sucking one while pinching the other between his fingers, rolling the bud until you’re whining helplessly on his cock. You can feel it throbbing again, harder this time, and you swear you can feel every vein pressing into you, the sensation driving you wild as you sit there, impaled and desperate.

Sukuna’s grip on your waist tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh as he suddenly lifts you off his lap, his cock slipping out of you with a wet, obscene schlick that echoes in the tight confines of his sports car. You feel the absence of his thick heat immediately, your pussy clenching around nothing, dripping with a mix of your arousal and his precum. “Backseat,” he snarls, his voice rough and commanding, a primal edge to it that makes your thighs quiver. “Now.”

He doesn’t wait for you to move on your own—Sukuna manhandles you with ease, tossing you into the sleek, leather-clad backseat of his car like you’re a ragdoll. The cushions squeak under your weight as you land on your back, legs splayed open, your slick folds glistening in the dim glow of the dashboard lights. Sukuna climbs in after you, his massive frame filling the space, the car dipping slightly under his bulk.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard" he growls, grabbing your thighs and forcing them apart until your knees nearly touch the sides of this car. You’re breathless, chest heaving as he positions himself between your legs. The head of his cock brushes against your entrance, hot and heavy, smearing your clit with a mix of precum and your own dripping wetness. He doesn’t ease in—he thrusts, hard and deliberate, the blunt tip forcing your folds apart with a slick, squelching pop. You cry out as he stretches you open, the first inch sinking in with a slow, burning pressure.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Sukuna grunts he grips your hips, pulling you onto him. His cock plunges deeper into, the thickness of it splitting you wide, every vein dragging against your walls with an instictive intensity. You hear the wet slap of skin on skin as he bottoms out, his heavy balls pressing against your ass, the tip kissing your cervix with a dull, delicious ache. Your pussy squirts a little, a hot gush of fluid coating his base, and the sound—a lewd squelch—fills the car, mingling with your shaky moan.

He starts fucking you then, hard and fast, the backseat creaking with every brutal thrust. “Take it,” he snarls, his hips snapping forward, driving his cock in to the hilt again and again. Each plunge makes a filthy schlop-schlop-schlop as your soaked pussy grips him, sucking him back in every time he pulls out to the tip. You’re whimpering now, a string of “Kuna—oh fuck—ngh!” spilling from your lips, your hands clawing at the leather for purchase. His grunts are guttural, animalistic—“Yeah, that’s it—fuckin’ take me”—his breath hitching as your walls flutter around him, squeezing tighter with every slam.

The air grows thick with the sounds of your bodies colliding—the wet smack of his balls against your ass, the rhythmic creak of the car springs, the faint drip-drip of your arousal pooling beneath you on the seat. Sukuna leans down, his chest pressing against yours, and you feel the heat radiating off his tattooed skin as he pounds into you, relentless, the drag of his cock inside you driving you both wild.

Sukuna’s thrusts grow more erratic, his hips stuttering against yours. The backseat creaks and groans under the force of his movements, the leather squeaking with each brutal snap of his hips. Your pussy is a mess—swollen, dripping, stretched obscenely around his thick shaft, a constant stream of wet sounds filling the car as he fucks you mercilessly. You can feel every ridge, every pulsing vein of his cock dragging against your sensitive walls, pushing you closer to the edge.

Suddenly, he leans down, his face hovering inches from yours. Without warning, he spits—hard and thick, the saliva landing on your lips and dripping down your chin. The gesture is possessive, marking you as his.

"Open," Sukuna growls, his voice strained with impending release. You obey instinctively, parting your lips, and he kisses you messily. His spit mingles with yours, the taste of him filling your senses. He swallows your moans, his hips pistoning faster, his cock swelling inside you as he chases his climax.

Your hands roam his back, nails digging into the hard muscles, leaving crescent marks on his skin. You can feel the tension coiling in his body, the way his thrusts become more urgent, more desperate. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath ghosting over your sweat-slicked collarbones.

With a final, harsh thrust, Sukuna buries himself to the hilt, his cock throbbing almost violently as he reaches his peak. A loud groan tears from his throat, the sound echoing through the car as he begins to cum. Hot, thick ropes of semen erupt from his tip, painting your chest and stomach in white streaks. It's an intense, messy release—his hips jerking forward with each spurt, cum coating you as he empties himself. You can't help but moan, your back arching off the seat, pressing your breasts up to catch more of his essence.

He looks down at the mess he's made—your chest and stomach coated in his semen, your pussy swollen and leaking. A satisfied smirk spreads across his face. "Look at you," he murmurs, his voice husky and sated. "Covered in my cum like a good little slut."

Without warning, he leans down and starts licking his own release off your skin. His tongue swipes through the sticky mess, lapping it up with obvious enjoyment.

Sukuna's tongue is hot and rough against your skin as he cleans you up, his mouth making obscene slurping noises as he sucks his own cum off your breasts. He hums, the vibrations sending shivers through you. He circles your nipples with his tongue, the sensitive buds still hard and aching from his earlier ministrations. Each flick and swirl makes you gasp, your back arching off the seat as you chase more of that delicious friction.

Your mewls fill the car, soft and needy, as Sukuna teases you mercilessly. His lips close around one nipple, sucking hard, and you cry out, your fingers tangling in his hair, tugging him closer. "Please, Kuna, want more."

Sukuna's eyes flash with a wicked gleam at your plea. He releases your nipple with a wet pop, only to latch onto the other, sucking it into his mouth with bruising force. His hand comes up to pinch and roll the neglected bud, the dual stimulation sending electric shocks straight to your core. "Beg for it," he growls against your skin, his voice vibrating through you. "Beg me to let you cum again."

Sukuna's smirk widens at your desperate pleas, his fingers now pressing against your clit as he feels you teetering on the edge. He increases the pressure, his touch growing more insistent, and you can't help but buck your hips, chasing the friction. Your moans fill the car, a constant stream of needy sounds that only seem to fuel Sukuna's desire. He sucks your nipple harder, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak, and that's when you snap. The orgasm crashes over you, your body convulsing as raw pleasure consumes you. Your pussy clenches and spasms, gushing around Sukuna's fingers once more.

As your orgasm subsides, Sukuna slows his fingers to soothing circles on your oversensitive clit. He releases your nipple with a final, gentle suck, pressing a soft kiss to the tender bud. "Shh," hemurmurs, his voice surprisingly tender as he pulls you into his arms. "You did so well, so fucking good for me." He holds you close, his strong arms wrapping around you protectively as you tremble in the aftermath. His hands run soothing patterns on your back, his touch gentle and comforting. "I've got you," he whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I've got you."

He reaches into the glove compartment, pulling out a pack of wet wipes and cleans you up, wiping away the sweat, saliva, and cum that coats your skin.

Once you're clean, Sukuna helps you sit up, pulling you onto his lap so you're cradled against his chest. His large hand rests on your thigh, squeezing gently as he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"You good?" he asks, his voice softer than you've ever heard it, softer than it should be.

You nod, snuggling closer to him, and he tightens his arms around you in response.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his breath warm against your hair. "Took my cock so well, sounded so pretty for me." He chuckles softly, the sound rumbling through his chest.

Sukuna maneuvers the both of you back to the front seats and starts the car, the engine purring to life. He wraps a jacket around your shoulders, tucking it in around you to keep you warm. As he pulls out of the parking lot, he keeps one hand on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh, his thumb tracing idle patterns on your skin. The motion is soothing, and combined with the gentle vibrations of the car and the warmth of Sukuna's leather jacket, you find yourself drifting off to sleep despite your best efforts to stay awake.

The ride to your apartment is quiet. Sukuna’s car hums with the low growl of the engine, the kind of noise that is familiar and comforting to him. He glances over at your sleeping form, a soft smile playing on his lips. You look so peaceful, so vulnerable, curled up in his jacket.

His thoughts drift, replaying the moments before—your body pressed against his, the way you felt, the way you moved. He can still feel the heat of you against him, the softness of your lips, how you pulsed around him.

Sukuna's thoughts turn dark, possessive. He wants to fuck you out, to mold your tight walls around his dick as if they were made for him and him alone, fill you up so completely that no one else will ever compare, so you can't ever take anyone else. He wants to train your body to be addicted to him, so only he could satisfy your desires.

Tonight was supposed to be nothing—it was just supposed to be a one-off, a casual fuck. But now that the drive is nearing your place, Sukuna realizes it isn’t as simple as that for him.

As you stir awake, your eyes flutter open to find Sukuna's large hand resting possessively on your thigh. The car is parked outside your apartment building, the engine off and the interior dimly lit by the glow of the streetlights. Sukuna is staring at you, his crimson eyes intense and filled with a warmth that makes your heart skip a beat.

"We're here."

As blink up at him, still groggy from sleep, he grins, making him oddly look almost… sweet. You open the door, slipping out of the car with the cutest stumble that only makes him want you even more. "Goodnight Kuna."

He leans back against his seat, watching you head for the entrance of the building. And for the first time in his life, Sukuna is left with an unfamiliar ache.

You hadn’t asked for his number. You hadn’t asked for anything. You had just… left.

Sukuna sits in his car for a long moment, staring at the empty space where you had been, his mind racing. What the hell? He isn’t some sentimental idiot. He’s used to getting exactly what he wants, never having to chase after a girl, especially not after a single night. But something about you makes him want something he’s never wanted before. Sukuna looks up at your apartment building one last time before starting the engine, his thoughts swirling in a way he doesn’t quite understand.

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tw cannibalism

Sukuna would definitely eat your corpse after you die. No, he's not desecrating you. He simply does not want your body to bear his burdens any longer. You did not need to share his burdens anymore as that is what had gotten you killed.

Burying you meant someone would defile you. Disturb you. Use your corpse against him because at the end of the day, humans and sorcerers alike would do anything to break the wretched four eyed demon that brings chaos and destruction where ever he went.

He doesn't cook you. Prefers to eat you raw to savor your exquisite taste. He would take his time to savor each bite. His mind replaying each and every memory he had spend with you as he chews on your flesh slowly. From the day he had met you to the day he had lost you.

He saves your heart for the last and when he sinks his teeth into the organ, he thinks back to the time you had taken his large hand into your smaller ones and placed it against your chest, showing him just how wildly your heart beats for him.

I love you. You had admitted to him shyly.

And then nothing but a deep pool of blood remains on the futon the two of you had shared together as Sukuna looks up and gazes at the forest from the parted shoji screen of his bedroom.

The silence is deafening.

#literally heartbroken rn

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Nine lives (4/?)

modern!Sukuna x Reader

Oni has complications, Sukuna has to step up

Content Warning: Little angst, Sukuna will always be his own warning, cat medical problems ig?

A/N: Hi besties! Hope you guys enjoy this! Just take into consideration that I DO NOT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT VET MEDICINE, I AM NOT A VET so... take my scenarios with a grain of salt haha. In case you haven't seen it, I don't do taglist any more, just my current WIP's, this one still has a couple spaces more open but after that it'll be closed. You can catch my updates here @cherrys--blossoms

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highly requested part 2 of roommate!sukuna :) part 1 !!

cw: lol. humping, rubbing thru panties what’s the proper term for this? soft!dom sukuna he thinks he’s mean but he’s a softie, sub!reader, she’s bit of a bimbo we love her, tit fucking, feelings if you squint. MDNI.

a/n : not proofread but thank you for all the love on part one, any suggestions for the jjk roommate series are greatly appreciated :)

sukuna had been thinking about it all week. been creating an intervention in his mind about your way of living. he was putting an end to this. the past week itself was enough to finalize it for him. nearly every night you guys had sat down on the couch together to binge watch your current show. and every night you had been in your underwear and a thin tank top. sometimes he even turned the ac on so you’d feel colder and put a cardigan on. that backfired however when you were still cold and decided to seek heat from your big warm roommate. sukuna had dug his own grave because for the next one and a half hours he had your tits pressed up against his side and your ponytail draped over his arms. he could feel your hard nipples, could smell your shampoo and could see practically the entirety of your ass. safe to say he had a very long and cold shower that night while you ran along to your bed. and last night you had walked past him in the kitchen and ran your fingers up and down his back ogling his tattoos.

‘i really like your tattoos kuna’ you had said with the sweetest little smile on your face. you really had no idea what you did to him.

so tonight was the night. sukuna was gonna tell you what was on his mind. and you had presented the moment perfectly by tiptoeing into his room at 2:13am with your bunny plushy squeezed tight in your arms. sukuna was shocked to see you, he was planning to make his was to your room where he knew you were awake scrolling on your phone.

‘kuna i wanna sleep with you.’

his eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. knowing you, you would talk about sex so carelessly.

‘what??’

‘i wanna sleep with you.’ your voice was all tiny and whiny and you had that same fucking adorable tone that made him want to shove you in his pocket.

but to his relief (sort of) you peeled back the blanket and climbed into his lap, curling up like all the pictures of baby deers that you showed him. you made yourself comfortable by shuffling around some, your legs were around his waist, arms dropping to your sides.

‘why can’t you sleep in your own room.’

‘because i watched a scary video and it’s too cold in my room for me to get eight hours of sleep.’

Right. well his life just got ten times harder. he thought he’d have this problem sorted yet said problem was now in his lap. there were two ways he could do this. stroke your hair and pat your back as he explained what was bothering him. or pull your hair and smack your ass. unfortunately sukuna had never been much of a nice person.

‘listen doll there’s only so much i can tolerate.’

that had your attention, he rarely ever used this tone with you so you’d clearly made him mad.

‘i need to know exactly why you have no respect for me-‘

‘what? i respect you’

‘no you don’t. if you did, you wouldn’t be treating me like i’m one of your girlfriends. running around my place in your underwear. shoving your tits in my face every goddamn second of the day. grinding your little ass on me every time you fucking sit down.’

you had no words. you never thought sukuna would call you out on your behavior.

‘what? cat got your tongue now doll?’

‘i don’t like wearing clothes! i feel more comfy with no clothes on. i’m sorry.’

okay now he wasn’t tryna make you feel bad.

‘and you shoving your tits in my face every chance you get? jumping into my lap like a cat.’

‘i just. i feel nice when im close to you.’

‘nice? nice how?’

‘i don’t know how to say it. just feels nice.’

‘you mean nice here?’ he said as his hand cupped your warm cunt. immediately you gasped and shoved your face into his chest.

‘answer me.’

‘yes.’

‘knew you had it in you.’

‘now i would ask if you want me to carry on. but id say you deserve a little punishment for the way you’ve been acting don’t you think.’

he said as he lightly massaged you through you underwear. sukuna was so mean.

tiny little whimpers left you as his thumb drew circles over your clit through your panties, his other hand harshly gripping your ass cheek.

‘no no please. please kuna.’

‘please what doll? you think you deserve anything nice after acting like that? always so desperate aren’t you.’

‘please please, it hurts.’

you were growing frantic now, grinding your hips around and chasing for any more friction other than his single thumb.

‘only cos i’m feeling nice today. but i’m not giving you anymore than this. you need to learn a lesson.’

he pressed his index and middle fingers harder against your clit rubbing frantically as you all but wept into his chest.

‘sensitive baby aren’t you?’

‘feels so good kuna’

his fingers were relentless on your pussy, but he made sure never to move your underwear out the way. it didn’t take long before you were coming in your panties, tiny sighs breathed into his neck.

‘now doll. take your shirt off for me.’

‘mm okay’ and so obediently you lifted your shirt off and threw it to the floor.

sukuna took a minute to admire you. such pretty tits that he was finally seeing in their full glory. he grabbed a fistful of each and pulled harshly at your nipples.

‘you wanted this didn’t you? s’that why they’re always in my face?’

‘no no i wasn’t trying anything.’ you said with your eyes shut firmly at the slight burn. you couldn’t deny having his hands on you had that tingly warmth growing inside you again.

‘get my dick out for me doll.’

you knew not make him repeat himself. sukuna watched as your smaller hands (those trademark pink nails) shimmied his sweats down and reached into his boxers. he was already throbbing and you gasped at the sheer size of him in your palms.

‘please will you. can you-‘

‘what you wanna get fucked? you think you deserve that?’

‘yes i do please kuna’

‘yeah well i dont, now lay down here.’

he maneuvered you onto your back and peppered small kisses along your jaw. somehow kissing you on the mouth felt slightly too intimate.

‘push your tits together for me doll.’

‘like this?’

you said with the sweetest expression on your face, your small hands pushing at your breasts.

‘just like that doll.’

then he was straddling your chest and he began to thrust himself through the small gap between your pretty tits. fast and hard cos that was the only way to do it.

‘stick your tongue out for me’

and of course you did as told. this sight was all he needed from today onwards. you with the fat of your breasts spilling out your hands. eyes slightly teary and your tongue out licking at his tip.

he was quick to come himself, moving fast so he could cum directly on your tits.

neither of you spoke as he caught his breath. he could sense your shy demeanor coming back and as mean as he was, he wasn’t like that.

‘hey doll.’ he said with a little tap to your cheek to bring your eyes to his. he left hand stroked your cheek as his other used his shirt to wipe away the mess he’d left on your chest.

‘you still wanna sleep in my bed?’

‘yes please?’

‘always so sweet aren’t you?’

he picked you up and placed you on his chest. he wasn’t much of a cuddler but you obviously were. you snuggled your face into the crook of his neck and you warm tits were squished against his own pecs. it was still quite cold so he held you close, there was a lot more for the two of you to talk about which kept his mind busy while he attempted to put you to bed.

just as he had thought you’d drifted off, your little voice spoke up.

‘kuna?’

‘yeah doll.’

‘does this mean i can still not wear clothes in the house?’

he couldn’t help but laugh at that. your biggest worry being if you’d have to wear clothes from now on.

‘nah doll your good. you can keep em off’

‘yay.’

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He has tried everything. And I mean everything.

He went to Western doctors, traditional ones in Japan and China—just in case. He took medications. He even tried that silly sex position someone swore worked. He prayed. He burned that weird insect. He changed the perfume he uses. He wears charms. He’s even start reading astrology for fuck sake.

All because of one thing.

Sukuna wanted a kid.

No—that’s not right. Because he already had four of them.

What he wanted was a precious little girl. A daughter.

But just trying for a girl had given him four boys. Those little demons, as he calls them. If he could, he’d put them back and try again—just for a girl.

And now… he’s exhausted your patience too.

You wanted a cute little girl too. And he promised he’d give you one. But after four boys? You’re done. Maybe the gods just don’t think you’re worthy of a daughter—and you’ve accepted that. As long as the ones you do are healthy and thriving, that’s enough for you.

But not for Sukuna.

He hasn’t accepted it nor has he hasn’t moved on. Nope.

It was the usual morning—loud, messy, and full of screams from every direction. It was the weekend, and all of you were eating breakfast together outside in the backyard.

Somehow, in all the chaos, Sukuna had managed to circle back to his current obsession: Convincing you to have another baby.

He had truly lost it. Sukuna, the King of Everything, had never been denied a single thing—not money, not power, not control. But this? This was his breaking point.

Why he couldn't have a girl was beyond him. He’d even started asking his friends about how they ended up with daughters. The position. The atmosphere. The timing. For “study purposes,” of course.

You were sipping your tea, pretending not to hear him mumbling his latest “research” under his breath.

Then suddenly, Sukuna turned to the kids, eyes sparkling with mischief and fake innocence.

“Soooo… kids,” he drawled, “do you want a baby sister?”

The boys were too busy stuffing their faces with pancakes or pouring syrup on each other’s heads to answer. Total chaos. Syrup flying. Someone's fork hit the floor. One of them was giggling under the table.

They were, without a doubt, his kids.

You shot Sukuna a look—one that clearly said, shut up and let me enjoy this peaceful morning while I defrost in the sun.

But did he listen? Of course not. Because in his mind, his nonexistent future daughter was more important than your peace.

The kids all cheered and came running to him, syrupy hands and all. One of them even climbed onto the table like a wild animal. You had long since given up on trying to make them act like normal, civilized children.

“Yes, Papa! But where is she?” one asked, big eyes blinking up at him.

“All my friends already have sisters!” another added dramatically, crossing his arms.

“But Mama, how do you even have a baby?”

And then—because of course—

“Can I fight her if she comes?”

That was the question all four of them decided to ask, in unison.

You blinked at the four boys surrounding Sukuna like tiny disciples around their dramatic, overly-determined cult leader. He looked so pleased with himself. Like their unhinged support was proof that he was right and you were just being “difficult.”

Sukuna crouched down, ruffling their already wild hair, syrup sticking to his fingers like the consequences of his own actions.

“Well,” he said, voice smug, “a baby appears when your mama and I—”

“Don’t you dare.” Your voice was calm, but he froze mid-sentence.

The boys stared between you and their father with wide eyes, clearly dying for the forbidden knowledge.

Sukuna cleared his throat and sat back, completely unfazed. “—when we wish very, very hard and Mama stops being mean to me.”

You rolled your eyes so hard they almost fell out of your head.

“Why don’t you carry the baby this time, then?” you asked casually, sipping your tea. “Since you’re the one so desperate.”

He gave you a mock-wounded look. “I would! Gladly! If I could. I'd already be nine months in, glowing, and demanding pickles.”

One of the boys gasped. “Papa, you want pickles?! I can get you some!”

Another nodded seriously. “I’ll carry the baby, Papa. I’m strong.”

“Me too!” “Can I still fight her?”

You stared at them. All of them. Including your overgrown man-child of a husband.

Sukuna was holding back laughter now, hand on his chest like your pain was his personal comedy show.

You sighed and got up to get more tea, muttering as you walked away, “Gods give me strength.”

After that eventful morning, you let the kids run wild in the backyard. The butlers and staff kept a close eye on them while you escaped upstairs for a much-needed shower.

But, of course, Sukuna was hot on your heels.

Still stuck in presentation mode. Still trying to convince you.

“—So it’s not like we’ll ever run out of money, you know,” he was saying as he followed you into the room. “Besides, you were the one begging me for a girl.”

“Yeah. I did.” You raised a brow, stepping out of your slippers. “That was three kids ago.”

He didn’t even flinch. Unbothered. Determined. You rolled your eyes so hard they could’ve flown across the room. Before you could get another word in, Sukuna gently pushed you to sit on the edge of the bed and knelt in front of you.

Kneeling. Begging.

If anyone saw him like this, they would assume he had a twin. Or was cloned. One of those is already true. But when it’s just the two of you, behind closed doors, he becomes someone else entirely.

Softer. Quieter. Still dramatic as hell—but in a way only you ever get to see. He rested his head on your thigh, red eyes looking up at you with an almost childish pout. “You don’t want to try… just one more time?”

You sighed, threading your fingers through his hair, brushing back the soft pink strands. “We said that last time. And the time before that.”

“And look how amazing they turned out,” he smirked. “They climb furniture like me, they fight like little gremlins—you love it.”

You stared down at him, and for a moment, you almost—almost—felt your resolve crack.

Almost.

“Sukuna, did you forget what happened last time I got pregnant?” Your voice was soft, but steady. “I almost died.”

He didn’t answer right away. Because no—he hadn’t forgotten. Not for a second. You knew he hadn’t. You’d woken up more than once to him holding you too tightly in his sleep. You’d heard the way he whispered apologies into your skin when he thought you were unconscious.

He still had nightmares. You’d comforted him through every one. Sukuna closed his eyes now, like maybe if he shut them hard enough, the memories would blur. But they never did.

You reached out, brushing your fingers along his jaw, grounding both him and yourself.

“I would love to have a girl too, Sukuna,” you said, voice gentler now. “More than anything. But it’ll be hard. And the probability…” you gave a small, tired smile, “…isn’t looking good.”

You leaned forward, resting your forehead against his.

“It’s four for four, babe. What if I get pregnant again and it’s another boy?”

He exhaled slowly, eyes still closed. Then, in a voice that was more boy than monster:

“…Then I guess I’ll just have to love my fifth little demon too.”

You pulled back, blinking at him.

“You really want a girl that bad?” Your voice was quieter now.

The two of you sat on the bedroom floor, backs against the edge of the bed, legs tangled lazily beneath you. Of course the conversation had landed here. It always did.

Discussions about babies—especially this baby—never happened where they were supposed to. Not in the quiet comfort of your bed, not during a calm dinner.

No.

They happened in random, chaotic places.

A club bathroom where he cornered you between mirrors, saying, “Babe, just think about it—she’ll be so pretty, just like you.” His company’s dark warehouse during a storm. In the car after dinner date. Behind a curtain at a family gathering where his hand was on your stomach and he whispered, “One more. Just one.”

And now here, on the floor of your bedroom, where it was quiet but heavy. Sukuna ran a hand through his hair, letting his head fall back against the bed frame with a soft thunk.

“I do,” he said honestly. “I really do.” He turned to look at you, eyes soft and so full of hope it made your chest ache.

“And you think you’ll get it this time?” you asked, raising a brow.

He nodded, dead serious. “Yes.”

You stared at him for a long second. “…Okay then.” His eyes widened just a little.

“But listen to me very carefully, Sukuna.” You shifted to sit on your knees, leaning in like you were about to tell him a state secret.

“This is the last time.” He opened his mouth—probably to make some dramatic, flirty comment— But you cut him off, finger poking into his chest like a dagger.

“After this, you can carry the sky itself on your damn back and I wouldn’t care.”

He blinked. “Wait—what does—”

“You,” you said, voice calm, “are getting a vasectomy.”

“…A what—”

“And you’re letting your non-existent daughter go.” Your words were slow and final, like a judge delivering a sentence.

“Do you hear me?”

He was silent for a second. Then—

“…But what if we try just one more ti—”

“Sukuna Ryomen,” you warned, reaching for the nearest pillow like it was a weapon. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

He lifted his hands in surrender, laughing—giggling, really. That deep, boyish sound that only you ever got to hear.

“Okay, okay,” he grinned. “One more. Just one more try. For our maybe-daughter. And then I’ll let go. I swear.”

Sukuna pulled you into his chest, holding you tightly, like he could keep you safe from any past hurts with just his arms.

“What happened last time won’t happen,” he murmured into your hair. “That was my fault, Y/N. Trust me. Yeah?”

You could feel the weight of his words, the sincerity behind them, and for a moment, you forgot about everything else.

“Of course I trust you,” you whispered, lifting your head to tease his cheek tattoo with your finger. It was a gentle touch, the ink almost as permanent as the way you felt about him.

He leaned in to kiss you, slow and tender—when suddenly—

“MOM, THEY’RE FIGHTING AGAIN!!”

You froze, eyes wide as you both pulled apart, the tender moment instantly broken. You knew exactly who they were.

Your second and third sons—Choso and Yuji. Always pulling each other's hair, always going head-to-head in some wrestling match, and it was no surprise. Sukuna had basically given them a “pass” for all their ridiculous antics. It was like a family tradition at this point.

You shot him a look. “You’re the one who encourages this.”

He shrugged, a smirk creeping onto his face. “They’ve got to learn somehow. A little roughhousing never hurt anyone.”

Before you could respond, you heard the unmistakable sound of hair pulling and the familiar whine of “MOM, HE STARTED IT!!”

“…One day, we’re gonna let them duke it out. For real.” Sukuna said, standing up and heading toward the chaos with that all-too-familiar smirk. He was practically giddy at the thought of his sons fighting it out like some gladiators, which, honestly, was a bit concerning.

But then, you heard him yell over his shoulder as he walked down the hall, “Didn’t I tell you to hit the nose first?!”

Sukuna had told them more than once to keep it “strategic,” but all they ever did was tug at each other’s hair and roll around on the floor like two actual demons.

By the time you walked into the living room, you saw Choso, who was already a bundle of energy, holding Yuji’s shirt and grinning like he’d just won a wrestling match. Yuji, on the other hand, was clawing at his brother’s face, determined to get him back.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Sukuna’s voice echoed, clearly approving. “See? That’s how you fight. No hesitation.”

Your eye twitched.

You walked over and gently grabbed the back of their shirts, pulling them apart like you were handling a pair of rowdy puppies.

“Enough,” you said, your voice cutting through the noise like a knife.

The boys stopped immediately, both of them staring at you with wide eyes. Sukuna, however, just stood there with that smug grin on his face, totally proud of himself for planting these ideas in their heads.

"Are they just naturally inclined to be this chaotic?" you asked, folding your arms.

Sukuna shrugged. “It’s in their blood. And honestly, I think they’re doing pretty good for their age.”

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guys i think he wants a daughter….

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Could You Stay a Little Longer // drug dealer!sukuna x reader

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Chapter 4 // (8.8k words) // Explicit - 18+

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You're pursuing a master degree across the country, but are currently back in your hometown housesitting for your parents. They've told you all about their undesirable new neighbor, but when you start to get to know said neighbor, you realize he isn't all that bad. Your controlling boyfriend won't let up on you and you grapple with enjoying the company of this drug dealing neighbor boy, Sukuna. Nothing about this is going the way you planned, but is it so bad to let yourself be treated well for a change?

The cultural setting for this is technically economically depressed, rural USA where good paying jobs are hard to come by and there's not many opportunities in small towns, but it could really be anywhere that meets this criteria!

Content Tags/Warnings Throughout Work: Reader and Sukuna are mid 20s, mentions of recreational drug use and drug dealing, mentions of abusive/controlling/manipulative relationship (not Sukuna), could possibly be considered cheating depending on your interpretation (not Sukuna), angst, smut, fluff, time skip, prison time, happy ending trust!

AN: FYI we go on a date but it's nothing super graphic. Also I don't know much about the inner workings of a relationship with an inmate, so I apologize if anything seems weird, I just hope I am capturing the complicated feelings that would come with it. Italicized portions are letters between us and Sukuna and bold time stamps are how many months have passed since Sukuna was arrested.

2 Months

Sukuna,

Sorry I haven’t reached out until now. It took awhile to figure out how to mail this to you, and it was hard to know what to say at first. I feel bad talking about my life out here knowing you are confined to a cell. Your lawyer told me your hearing is next month. Thank you for letting him contact me and keep me in the loop. Mr. Higuruma is a nice man and seems like a good lawyer. I don’t wanna to get my hopes up, but I’m optimistic that he can help make this better, maybe that’s just me in denial though.

Enough rambling, how are you though? Are you nervous? Scared? I’m sorry I’m so naive to what prison life is like…have you made friends? If that’s a stupid question just tell me. What’s your room like? I have so many questions, if this is annoying just tell me. The last thing I wanna do is irritate you considering you’ll get one of these every other month.

I’ve been able to hang out with my friends a lot since I got back home. When they heard I’d broken up with Cam, they were so happy. They never held it against me, but they truly didn’t know how else to help me while we were together because I wouldn’t listen to them. Having an outside party like you was really what I needed to finally cut the cord. It’s weird not being around him all the time, but I’m slowly learning how to trust myself and be independent again.

Surprisingly he has pretty much left me alone. I think me cheating on him knocked him down a few pegs and made him see I’m not the huge pushover he made me out to be. Oh well, onto bigger and better things.

The spring semester is almost over for me, I’m planning to teach some undergrad classes to make a little extra money but other than that I’m going to try and take it easy. Maybe do some hiking and camping, I’d like to climb some of the mountains out here so I’m going to start preparing for when the snow melts off the highest peaks.

I’ve included my address with this, so I hope you can write me back. I miss you, feel free to call me anytime.

I hope this isn’t a weird sign off, but I do love you and hope you are okay. Don’t feel pressured to reciprocate.

3 months

Sukuna smiles when he sees the letter come in. The guard had slid it through the bars before he woke up so it was a nice surprise.

How am I? Fucking bored out of my mind, he thinks to himself, chuckling under his breath. You are so nice though and he appreciates how thoughtful you are, but goddamn anything you share is more interesting than what’s in here. Starting at a concrete wall and a steel wall of bars can only be so stimulating.

He won’t be calling you, that will just make things harder for him and you. He stands by his words of wanting you to have a normal life and leaving you to figure out whether or not you want to leave him behind.

God he wants to reciprocate those three words. Nothing in his mind right now is constant, every day feels different even though the motions are the same: Wake up, breakfast, back to the cell, lunch, some yard time, back to the cell, dinner, back to the cell. Day in and day out.

While the physical routine is repetitive, his emotions and feelings are a roller coaster, never knowing how he will feel when he wakes up in the morning and when his head hits the pillow at night. He has no idea what his future holds, everything in the hands of some damn judge who just knows him by his charges and a lawyer who probably just sees him as another paycheck. He’ll get paid whether he wins or loses.

The only thing he can be sure of is his love for you, and that grounds him just a little. The thought that someone outside these walls cares and worries for him brings some comfort in those moments of panic.

Sukuna’s parents were beside themselves when they heard and offered no support. He tried to explain himself, but to them, it was just another failure in the litany of fuckups that was his adult life.

How could he blame them? He just got lucky he met you when he did, you didn’t know him as the kid who could never get his shit together, who’d let everyone down for years. The piece of shit who wasted his parent’s money and time.

Then again, you are joining him on this next chapter of his life which will surely be nothing but him disappointing you, so maybe you’ll feel the same way by the time he gets out, or more likely, sooner than that and drop his ass. This is why he doesn’t want to get his hopes up.

He reads the letter over and over while lying on his bunk and eventually starts to read it every night before bed. Touching the same paper that your hands held before you sealed it up, the smeared ink that he can tell you brushed by accident brings him a comfort that he can’t explain. Maybe if he’s lucky, you kissed it before sliding it into the envelope.

He stares up at the same ceiling he’s been looking at for three months now. Sukuna’s not sure if he’s slowly starting to lose his mind, but he swears he can discern patterns and shapes in the texture of the material. Squinting his eyes, he tries to put a name to the shapes, but it all just looks like a jumbled mess, an accurate representation of his current mental state.

His mind wanders to you as it normally does, the crushing feeling of shame and remorse settling in as he thinks about how he could be with you right now if he hadn’t stopped driving, if he’d let that family die.

Having nothing to do but think all day does dangerous things to his mind. Once he gets sentenced and settled for a while, things should get better and he should get to participate in the various prison programs and activities available to a long term inmate. For now all he can do is work out and watch his pink hair get longer and messier. Oh and overthink every millisecond of his life to date and wonder what you were doing and who you were thinking about when you’re alone.

He prays you won’t hate him, but he wouldn’t blame you if you did when it’s all said and done.

4 months

Tomato girl!

Long time no talk. I’m assuming you know what my sentencing is from Mr. Hiruguma. Ten years with the opportunity for parole. Shit sucks, I’m determined to hopefully get this parole though, whenever that is. Mr. H said usually after serving a quarter to a third of the time they’ll reassess, but he said depending on the needs of the prison system and if they need more space, inmates can get moved around or even moved to parole early.

How am I doing? Honestly, scared, sad, bored, any and all combinations of these words.

Some things I am hopeful about though? Now that I’ve been processed and placed in my new home (long term detention facility :P) I can start participating in the prison programs. Thankfully I was deemed not a threat or a danger to others and myself, so I was able to go to a lower security facility that is focused on rehabilitation. I should be able to finish my degree, AND, they have trade programs I can get into as well. Pretty cool right? I had no idea this was even a thing.

So maybe my plans aren’t as out of reach as I thought, just a bit delayed. It’s the first glimmer of hope I’ve felt in months. There is something relieving about not being caught up in a life of moving drugs and running an empire. Like I can finally just breathe and start over. Obviously being locked up is not the ideal way I’d have liked to do that, but I’m grasping at anything positive at this point.

I’ve made a few friends since coming to my new facility. My cellmate, Gojo, was a dealer from a rival organization. There’s some bad blood, but at the end of the day we respect each other. He wants to be better too, he’s got a girl on the outside, so we have that in common. He has a kid though he hasn’t seen. He got her pregnant right before he got arrested so she was born while he was incarcerated. He’s never met her, never seen her first anything. It makes me sad and it’s not even my kid.

…you aren’t pregnant with a little mini me are you? The thought never crossed my mind until I met him and told him about you. I might actually lose it if that’s the case. I wouldn’t hate it though, it would just mean I’m the fuckin’ man and have the most elite swimmers ha. Just wouldn’t want to leave you alone to go through that.

Fuck Cam, don’t wanna hear about him anymore. He’s lucky I’m locked up is all I can say. I’m glad he’s gone for good.

Please share anything and everything, I wanna hear it all. Also ask me random questions, nothing is off limits.

Hiking and camping sound awesome, I haven't done that in years but now I want to when I get out. I love fishing too. Something so relaxing when it’s just you and the river. Even if I didn’t catch anything, it was never a wasted day in my eyes.

Hopefully I’ll have a more interesting update when I’m more settled, but I guess for now I’ll just buckle up for this ten year long ride and hope some luck is on my side.

With love and a kiss on the cheek,

Sukuna

PS - do you ever seen patterns or objects in the texture of ceilings? Let me know, I’m collecting data.

5 months

You practically drop all your mail when you see the letter from Sukuna in your slot in the mail room. It takes all your willpower to wait to tear it open until you get up to your apartment.

You sit down on the couch and carefully open the envelope, not trusting yourself to stay standing once you finally lay eyes on it.

His lawyer had unfortunately shared the news about the sentencing and it had broken you when you heard.

Your friends knew about the man behind bars. You’d shared the story one day when they dragged it out of you after breaking down in tears, overwhelmed by everything. They were very supportive and listened to everything you had to share, but also felt Sukuna wasn’t completely off base with wanting you to live your life. Ten years was a long ass time and it seemed unrealistic to expect you to wait for someone you’d known for so little time.

At one of your wine nights, you’d found his social media pages to show them what he looked like. Going through old pictures of young Sukuna had you all laughing, he was such a little punk and must’ve thought he was the hottest shit in high school and college with that fratty attire. White backwards hats over a mess of pink hair while holding red solo cups surely full of some kind of cheap beer with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth seemed to be his staple. You wished you could tease him in person but through a letter would have to do.

They agreed though that his most recent pictures were hot and were very proud of you for fucking him all night.

Speaking of that, you were absolutely not pregnant. You can’t deny that the thought crossed your mind given how many times he’d blown his load inside you, but that birth control held strong, leaving you childfree. You can’t even fathom how much worse this could have been, raising your felon baby daddy’s child by yourself for ten years. Your parents would have just been thrilled.

Which by the way, they knew nothing about what happened. Well, not exactly nothing, but an abridged version. Just that you’d met the neighbor and hung out with him a few times while you were house sitting. They were unaware of the anguish and suffering that had followed as everything blew up in your face.

7 months

Papa Kuna,

Let’s address the elephant in the room, you are not going to be a dad, at least with me…not sure about anyone before me though :D

That’s great that you get along with your cellmate. I’m sure it’s a little less lonely in there with someone you can at least interact with. I think being scared and nervous is completely normal. You got dropped into an unknown place where you knew nobody and had no idea how things operate, who wouldn’t be affected?

The news about your degree and trade school…that is so fantastic!! I looked into it too and sure enough, that’s a thing in other prisons. I hope they’ll see you want to be better when you get out and that helps your parole chances.

I stalked your social media and saw some pictures of high school and college Sukuna. You were…something haha. Showed my friends too, we all had a good laugh, but we all agreed you were a cutie. I was so lame at that age you’d never have looked my way, I’m lucky I met you when I did.

What is prison food like? I’ve been cooking a lot of Mexican food lately, throwing anything and everything into a taco.

I’ve climbed three mountains so far this summer. I’ll have to show you the pictures one day, for now enjoy this stick figure drawing of me on a mountain at the bottom. I didn’t look nearly as happy as that horrible drawing shows me, more like a hot mess gasping for breath. But the views were amazing! I could see for an eternity it felt like, and I was really proud of myself for doing something like that.

My classes I teach are full of some real brats. A lot of them are having to retake the class in the summer to stay on track and they just have the worst attitudes and seem to take it out on me. Like guys I didn’t tell you to fail, I’m just here. I don’t get paid enough for that shit.

Staring up at my ceiling now, I can see a few things. A dog, an alligator, and a banana are what I’m sort of seeing. What do you see?

For your random questions:

Did you play any sports growing up? I played soccer and basketball.

What’s been your favorite vacation? Mine was a trip to a national park seeing all the animals. Especially grizzly and black bears.

What did you want to be when you grew up? I wanted to be a doctor but realized I’m scared of blood so quickly abandoned such endeavors.

Lots of love and a kiss on your dick,

Tomato girl

8 months

Sukuna’s jaw hit the floor with a gasp when he saw your sign off and then he got way too hard with the visual that bulldozed all rational thought out of his brain.

“You good bro?” Gojo laughs from the other side of the cell, watching Sukuna’s face flush.

“No, not really,” Sukuna groans, staring up at the ceiling and adjusting himself as best he can. There’s no shame in here, no privacy, no secrecy, so he doesn’t really care.

“Get a sexy message?” Gojo teases. “If you did lemme see, gotta take what we can get in here.”

“She made a reference to sucking my dick,” Sukuna laughs, folding up your letter and tucking it under his pillow. “And no you can’t read it, for my eyes only.”

“Oh being possessive are we? Thought you said you two weren’t exclusive like that.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t love and adore her. I just can’t have her to myself right now,” Sukuna scoffs, pulling his shirt off now that he’s all hot and bothered.

“Think she’s seeing other people?” Gojo asks.

Sukuna shifts in discomfort at the thought. The images of you kissing his cock combined with the possibility of you getting fucked by someone else results in a whirlwind of emotions that he’s not sure how to process.

“I really hope not, but who am I to say? I don’t really wanna know honestly. Just want her to be there when I get out. I’d be okay never knowing. What about you?”

“She better not be! Utahime better not bring my one year old daughter around other guys!” Gojo exclaims. “My daughter better never be around guys for that matter. Would you want your daughter hanging around pieces of shit like us?”

“Fuck no bro.”

Both guys laugh in response before Sukuna speaks again.

“Is she gonna bring the baby to see you?”

“I told her not to until she’s older. While I’m dying to hold her, I don't want her coming to a place like this so young. It’s not right. It kills me to miss out on her firsts and knowing I left Utahime to be a single mom makes me feel like a disgrace. All I can do is make it up to her when I get out,” Gojo sighs, eyes getting glossy with tears. “What if your girl had gotten pregnant?”

Sukuna pauses before speaking. A part of him would love it. So full of something he made with you except for no one would know it’s his. People would see you pregnant and not realize you belong to him considering he’s locked away. Plus his baby being fatherless for a majority of their underage life is sickening.

Then what? He randomly appears ten years later to a woman and child who don’t even know him? He’d be just another man to his child…a stranger. He swallows hard, trying to maintain his composure but he’s spiraling faster than he can keep up with.

Lord knows he wanted that with you. He fell so fucking hard and now here he was thinking about you as his wife and making the cutest babies. His throat feels heavy at the sad realization that he might never have that with you.

“It probably would’ve been best if she didn’t keep it,” Sukuna says softly, not wanting an ounce of that even though it would have been the most logical decision.

Fuck why did he feel like he was fighting a tsunami from breaking through his eyes? He turns away from Gojo to face the wall, the gravity of his situation starting to crush him all of a sudden. Not only did he have the luxury of continuing your relationship normally, but he might have missed out on you choosing to spend the rest of your life with him, a family together, growing old and watching your kids grow up. He’s never had thoughts like this before and of course the first time he does, it’s tearing him apart.

Shouldn’t something like that be happy? Sure he had stupid relationships when he was younger but normally it was his girlfriends spouting such nonsense while he was just in it for a good time, never thinking long term.

Not you though. A good time would surely have been a given, but he’d been excited to face the challenges of life together, learning and growing as one. Life’s normal challenges, not this fucked up series of events.

He feels a firm hand on his arm, lightly tugging him to roll over. His eyes are burning as he squints hard, trying to hold back everything threatening to spill over from his crimson gaze.

“Sukuna, look at me,” Gojo’s voice is soft but firm.

“Fuck off man.” Sukuna’s shaky voice tries to force out, but his whole body is shaking, heart pounding so hard he feels like it might burst.

“No, turn around. It’s okay. You think I’ve never been where you are? You’re panicking. I get it. Talk to me, you can only bottle up shit for so long in here.”

Sukuna finally surrenders, rolling back around to face his cellmate.

“I just, I-I really loved her. So damn much. And I tried to push her away, albeit gently, when I got locked up. I wanted her to be able to live a normal life, but I don’t fuckin’ want that man. I never did, I wanted us to be together, I still do. But I feel so helpless, I have no control over our future, I feel like one day she’ll stop writing back, and then I’ll know she found someone else. Fuck I feel like such a loser for even saying this shit,” Sukuna starts to cry, wiping the tears from his eyes in this moment of weakness.

Gojo just listens, not chiming in, soft blue eyes full of empathy for his cellmate…no, his friend. The only real friend in here. He understands, prison can break a man and do things to your mind that you’d never think possible on the outside. Even the toughest criminals with a bloodied past have someone they care about, someone who loves them. Being without them during life’s most challenging time is a terrifying and trying time.

“It’s okay man, how could you not feel this way? You’re a good guy, you don’t deserve to be in here. We all had dreams of how our life would go and how we wanted to be better, that’s why we are in a rehab facility and not maximum security. Watching what could have been slip through your fingers is horrifying. Have you thought about telling her how you really feel? If you really love her, you owe it to her to be honest. She still writes you all the time…”

You also try to schedule visitation but Sukuna declines them all. For what? He doesn’t even fucking know. He’d kill to feel you wrapped up in a massive hug, your body pressed against his, your scent in his nose as he buries his face in your neck.

He thought it was incredibly selfish to want you to wait for him, but maybe what he’s doing is even worse. Trying to control and manipulate your feelings like this suddenly seems wrong, no better than your ex. You have free will to do what you want, and if waiting for him was what you choose, who is he to fight you on that?

He feels like he’s going to pass out, breaking out into a cold sweat, breaths so shallow he can’t even tell if oxygen is getting to his lungs.

“Here, get on the floor, take your pants off so you’re just in your boxers,” Gojo says sternly, yanking Sukuna out of his bed onto his back.

The cold hard floor takes Sukuna by surprise, offering a distraction from his racing thoughts. He spreads his arms out, letting the chill touch every inch of his skin, staring up at the ceiling, eyes searching for something, anything.

He swears he sees a heart. A lopsided one at that, but it’s there, even if it looks like it’s about to break. Kind of like him, all this time he’s been trying to break your heart, but the best he’s done is bend it and likely just confuse you.

His however?

He’s broken it without even knowing.

He needs to talk to you. He can’t wait another two months to get a response. He’ll call you, hopefully you’ll pick up but he wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t. He’s been forcing you to live life on his terms, withholding multiple lines of communication this whole time.

The guilt is gnawing at his stomach, the acid boring a hole in his gut as he tries to keep himself from vomiting in disgust.

“I fucked up Gojo. I really did.”

“I don’t think you’re as bad off as you think. She still writes to you, apparently sent you something sexual, and asks you questions about your life. She wouldn’t be doing that if she didn’t care. She just would stop. But fucking call her you piece of shit. Acting like the phone is your mortal enemy like a little bitch, quit being a pussy and man up,” Gojo says, only half teasing.

As much as Sukuna wants to argue with Gojo, he knows he’s right. White haired fuck.

Fuck that guy.

Now he’s nervous like a teenager to call you. How pathetic to be 24 years old and terrified to talk to a girl you said loved…to her face.

9 months

My favorite tomato girl,

Great questions at the end. I played football, quarterback to be exact. Your cliche high school jock that thought he was way too cool. Also I think I’d have liked you in high school just fine, I wasn’t above being friends with anyone, maybe if I’d hung out with you I’d have had a better future cuz you know what’s not cool? Jail.

My favorite vacation? Probably African safari for my high school graduation. I got to choose anywhere for a trip and I chose that. Seems we have wanting to see animals in common, my favorites were the lions. Guess when I get out we will need to plan some animal themed vacations. Polar bears in Canada, manatees in Florida, whale sharks in Mexico, take your pick, I’ve got enough fucking cash to fund anything you want.

What did I want to be when I grow up? When I was really little I wanted to be a chef, then when I was older I wanted to do something with cars and also have my own business. As you know I love working on my own car so I wanted to mod people's cars for a living. And…well here I am.

When I stare up at my ceiling, I see a heart.

Also sometimes a truck. I’ll need to lay in other parts of my cell to see if there is anything else, that’s just above my bed.

I’m glad I’m not gonna be a dad yet. I’d prefer to do that together when I’m out…so you aren’t doing it alone. Give it some thought and maybe one day we can try for one…if you’d want it to be with me that is.

I don’t want to burden you with my feelings, but I’m not doing well. It’s like the realization that this is my life for the next ten years suddenly hit me the other day. You’re the only person I can talk to though outside of here, I hope you are willing to entertain these feelings of mine.

My cellmate Gojo is decent at listening, he’s been in here a little longer than me so he gets it, it’s nice to feel not so alone in that regard.

I’m sorry, I’m rambling, almost treating this like a diary I guess. I want to call you, but I’m really nervous for some reason. If you don’t want to talk to me I understand, you can just ignore the call, but I wanted to wait long enough for you to get this letter before I did. I didn’t want you to get it out of the blue.

I miss you tremendously, I really hope you’ll answer.

You read the letter as you are about to walk out the door to go out.

Out on a date.

You wanted to take Sukuna up on his request for you to try to see other people. The man had very little in the way of freedom to do what he wanted, so the least you could do was honor his wishes.

Your heart sinks and you feel a shiver run down your spine. The letter has you concerned for him, his mental state seems to have declined rapidly if he wanted to call you, something he swore he’d never do.

You leave the letter on your kitchen table, you’ll revisit it later. For now, your Uber is waiting outside your apartment and you don’t want to keep your date waiting.

Slipping into the backseat, you greet the driver and settle in, buckling the seatbelt and pulling your phone out. You begin to scroll social media but eventually stop, opting to stare out the window instead at the buildings whizzing by.

It’s been nine months since you last saw Sukuna, since you last heard his voice. One letter every other month was all the contact you had, but it’s how he wanted things to be. If you had it your way, you’d have talked more often, but his boundaries were more stringent than yours. He had his reasons you suppose.

This would be your first date since Cam. You and Sukuna never truly went on a date. Maybe you could call eating dinner at his house one, even though it had ended badly. Fucking all night hardly constituted a date either, but you’d gotten to know each other slowly up until that point. It felt more natural than meeting someone on an app and going in blind like you were right now.

A pang in your chest was starting to develop. This isn’t what you wanted, you didn’t want another man, but you wouldn’t know for sure unless you put yourself out there.

The car abruptly stops, signaling the end of your ride. Thanking the driver, you get out and turn towards the trendy looking bar where you were meeting.

Just go in there, the worst that can happen is you aren’t having a good time and you can just leave. You don’t even know the man, dating app meetups end this way all the time.

You swallow hard one last time and head inside, eyes darting around the room looking for the guy you were meeting. Finally your eyes lock onto the familiar face you recognize from his profile.

He stands up, smiling at you and waving you over. The first thing you notice is that he’s tall and muscular. The pictures kind of hinted at that, but in person it’s even more obvious.

“Nanami right?” you say nervously as you approach, holding out your hand to shake his. His handshake is firm but gentle, dress shirt cuffed up at his forearms which flex as he grips your hand.

“Yep, so glad you could meet today. I just got off work, how about you?” his voice is low but confident as he pulls your chair out for you.

Wow, what a gentleman.

“I was in the lab most of today. I’m doing the last touches on my research before I really dive into my thesis,” you respond, scooting your chair in as he takes his seat opposite of you.

“You said you should be graduating in a few months right?” Nanami says as he leans his elbows on the table, paying close attention to you.

“Yes! Then it’s off to find a job,” you laugh, trying to settle into the small talk. The pit in your stomach is still gnawing at your insides as you attempt to relax. Maybe a drink will help settle you out.

You order a simple gin and tonic while Nanami opts for a beer. Thankfully your drink is strong which should hopefully give you a quick buzz and calm your nerves.

“So you’re in finance?” you ask, trying to keep the conversation flowing.

“Yep, investment banking. Not the most exciting job in the world, and I don’t like it enough for all the hours I work,” he glances down at the table while speaking, fingers trembling lightly against his glass.

Maybe he’s a little nervous too. You give him an encouraging smile in response.

“I’m sorry if it seems like I’m nervous,” you begin, “I haven’t dated in almost a year since I broke up with my ex. Then some stuff happened in my personal life, so I’m kind of testing the waters so to speak.”

That’s a generous way to put it, you think to yourself. Do you even mention Sukuna? Your boyfriend of a grand twelve hours that technically never broke up with you but told you to see other people? Who you won’t see again for a decade?

Your throat feels heavy at the thought. Trying to push the feeling away, you take a big sip of your drink.

“That’s okay. I haven’t dated since college two years ago. My job has been so demanding, I’ve never felt like I could devote time to a relationship,” Nanami says, sympathy in his eyes. “We can just take this slow, no pressure.”

The relief you should feel from his words doesn’t come, if anything you just feel guilty. You don’t want to lead the man on and you also feel disingenuous about keeping Sukuna a secret. Which in itself also seems disrespectful to Sukuna.

What in the world have you gotten yourself into?

You try to remember what you told yourself earlier. Just see where it goes.

“Thank you Nanami, I’d like that. Let’s just have fun and see where this goes,” you answer with a smile and another big sip of your drink.

Your hypothesis was correct in that the more you drank, the easier the conversation flowed and soon you both were bantering and laughing about your shared grievances with college and the working world. Nanami was a smart, well educated man who could hold an intelligent conversation which was right up your alley.

After a few shared appetizers and two more drinks, the bar was starting to fill up with the late night crowd. Nanami was very adamant about getting a good night's sleep before work, as were you, so he paid the bill and led you outside.

“Wanna come hang out at my place? Still have a few more hours before I should go to bed,” he asks, resting his hand on the small of your back.

His heavy touch sent sparks through your body, warming your skin in the evening chill. You really enjoyed his company. Plus he was hot and respectful, a man of such tasteful flirting that wasn’t too over the top but made you feel comfortable and desired.

“Is this you asking me what I think you’re asking?” you give him a small grin, moving closer to him as his hand pressed you forward.

“Maybe. Like I said though, no pressure. I’ve just found your company to be enjoyable enough that I’m not really wanting the night to end just yet. I’ll be happy with whatever we decide to do after this,” he says with a kind smile.

Fuck, why was he so nice? It’s not like you were complaining, but it really gave you no good reason to say no. You hadn’t planned on hooking up with someone tonight, but fuck it, you were really starting to lean that way.

You missed feeling intimate and cared for by someone. The feeling of someone pleasuring you and feeling their skin on yours was a distant memory. Technically it had been years because lord knows Cam didn’t give you that feeling and Sukuna was essentially a one night stand given what transpired.

You stand up on your toes, pull Nanami down by his loosened tie, and plant a soft kiss on his lips. His strong arms move to wrap around your back, hands not venturing any lower than your hips as he pulls you closer, swiping his tongue across your bottom lip. You part your lips, letting his tongue entwine with yours in a calm and slow dance.

Fuck, you wanted to have sex with the man. He felt safe and respectful, which is what you needed right now. It wasn’t even about the emotional connection, you needed something physical.

Making out on the sidewalk leads to straddling him on his couch in a high rise apartment, his hot breath on your neck as you ground yourself against his lap.

Your eyes flicker open as the image of Sukuna pops into your head. The first time you’d ever kissed him was in a similar position on his couch, except you’d panicked and stopped, feeling like you were being unfaithful.

Why did it feel like you were about to be again? He’d given you permission to do this, and you weren’t even sure if he actually wanted you after trying to push you away and denying everything you countered with. You’d never felt like you had physical needs before, but after that night with Sukuna, you were desperate to feel something similar again. Someone worshipping your body and focusing on pleasing you.

“Wait,” you force out, briefly pulling away from Nanami.

“Is everything alright?” he stops immediately, hands hovering behind your back.

“Yes, but I just want to be honest with my intentions,” you say with a shaky voice.

“Here, sit next to me,” Nanami guides you towards the spot next to him on the couch, eyes softly looking into yours as he waits for you to continue.

“I, um, it’s complicated. Fuck, I’m sorry,” you shake your head trying to compose yourself.

“Hey, we can stop if you want…” Nanami says, studying you carefully.

“I-I don’t know. It’s just, almost a year ago I met a guy. I loved him, I saw a future with him. But something bad happened and he’s, well, he’s in jail now. For ten years. We made it official and then twelve hours later, bam! Arrested. He didn’t want me to wait for him, so I’m trying to honor his wishes…” you start to spill everything while Nanami just listens, not interrupting. Your face heats up in embarrassment as you spew all of this at a stranger.

“I just feel guilty for enjoying this with you. And I wouldn’t want this to have any emotional meaning, just sex. Because I love him, and I don’t think I’ll ever love you, or anyone else right now. But I feel like I should at least try. And you seem so kind and respectful, but I don’t want you to feel used or taken advantage of,” you say, looking back at him. You have no idea what kind of response you are going to get, putting yourself in his shoes you can’t imagine what you’d say. Holy baggage.

“Wow, that’s a lot. Are you okay? Not just physically, but in general?” Nanami asks, the sympathy in his eyes is apparent.

“I’m as okay as I can be,” you respond. “It’s been almost a year so I’ve kinda accepted it.”

“I see. Well I’m sorry that happened to you, that must be so incredibly hard. I can’t imagine being in that situation and I bet there’s only a very small population of people who could truly understand what you are going through. If it’s just sex you want, I can respect that, and I won’t judge you. Truthfully, I’m not looking for anything serious either right now. I can assure you I won’t try to take you from him or sway your feelings if all you are looking for is some physical relief. But maybe you should take a bit to see if this is what you really want. I’m not sure what it’s like communicating with someone inside prison, but maybe talk to him, and if he’s okay with it, we can try again,” Nanami says, clasping your hands between his and pulling them to his lips.

Tears begin to prick at your eyes as you absorb his words. This guy was so caring and you’d only known him for a few hours.

“I’m so sorry, this can’t be what you had in mind for tonight,” you chuckle as you wipe your eyes repeatedly.

“I still had a good time regardless and worst case, I met a nice person who I could see being friends with. Life happens,” Nanami smiles, rubbing your back before going to fetch your coat from the closet.

Sukuna said he would call you in the letter you left at home. You’ll ask him one more time what he wants, and if he gives you some bullshit answer, then you’ll go back to Nanami.

An hour later you are home, more confused than ever. Thank god Nanami was a good man, you both knew you would regret going further and decided to pause everything. You take Sukuna’s letter to your room and read it again. This time you realized your fists were clenched around the paper, wrinkling it from the way your fingertips twisted the delicate material.

You were pissed. You’d been nothing but honest with Sukuna that last day, seeing him in person about wanting to stay loyal to him, but he couldn’t grant you the same. Instead he seemed to be dancing around the topic which resulted in this train wreck of a night. If he were here right now you’d slap the tattoos right off his jawline and demand him tell you how he really felt.

It’s the least he could do, he wasn’t the only one with a mental state on the decline.

10 months

“This is a collect call from an inmate at the Southeastern Regional Jail, press 7 to accept.”

At 9AM you received a call from an unknown number and you were shocked to hear this.

You sat there staring at first, unsure if you wanted to answer. All your pent up anger from the other night suddenly evaporated and fear was the only thing left.

The prompt played 2 more times before you finally smashed the 7 button.

“Hello?”

“Oh thank god you picked up,” Sukuna’s voice answers on the other line. Your breath hitches as his deep tone reverberates through your ear. You exhale loudly, not realizing you were holding your breath. Briefly you mute the phone as you try to control your breathing, trying to take deep breaths and calm yourself.

“Are you there? Hello?” Sukuna says your name almost frantically while you are trying to regain your composure.

“I’m here, sorry, I just can’t believe it’s really you. I haven’t heard your voice in so long,” your voice cracks as you hold back a sob. This is all you’ve wanted this entire time, not realizing finally hearing him would affect you this way.

“It’s okay. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry too. That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about,” he continues, sighing audibly.

“Well I have an earful to give you as well Sukuna, but why don’t you go first.”

“What? Why am I getting an earful?!” his whiny voice responds with a tinge of fear.

You just sit silently for now, taking everything in you to not just explode at him.

“I know I deserve it, I just didn’t know you felt so strongly and it makes me feel worse,” he continues.

“Enough of the cryptic shit Sukuna, I have no idea what you are talking about,” you start crying.

“Okay okay, I’m here. Please just say what you need to say,” Sukuna’s voice deepens as if he’s trying to contain his emotions now.

“Do you want to be with me Sukuna? Like, actually want to be committed to each other? Only each other? And don’t give me any of this bullshit like ‘yes I do, but blah blah’. It’s yes or no. Enough beating around the bush,” you say sternly.

“Fuck you’re scaring me, where is this coming from?” he pauses before speaking.

“I went out with another guy the other night and started to have sex with him, Sukuna. That’s what this is about, this is what it’s come to.”

“Shit…ahhh shit! Fuck!” Sukuna curses before going totally silent. Everything in you wants to apologize but you hold your ground. You refuse to apologize for this.

“Wh-wh-what do you mean started to? What does that mean? Oh god I don’t know what to say…” his voice stutters and cracks, registering the pain in his words.

“I told you point blank at the prison that I wanted to be loyal to you, but you shut me down and left it ambiguous. You told me you didn’t want me to wait for you, you told me you wanted me to try and move on, to see other people. So I tried Sukuna. I tried the other day. But we stopped because I still love you. How can I fuck someone else when you’re all I want?” you start crying, forcing out the words as best you can. “Y-you seem like you don’t want that with me though. You don’t want to talk to me, don’t want to see me, made it seem like you didn’t care if I strayed from you. So I’ll ask you again, do you actually want to be with me?” you say through a combination of sobs and hiccups.

“Oh my god, yes! That’s why I called you!” his pitch is higher as his voice cracks again. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Fuck! The truth is I don’t want you to be with anyone else! I’m sorry I wasn’t honest. I want to be together, I want to be loyal to each other. God willing you do too, but I don’t blame you if you don’t want that.

“Listen, I - ah - fucked up. Real bad. I don’t know why I wasn’t honest back then, it was shitty of me. I don’t hold it against you for going out with someone and going however far you did, I don’t wanna know specifics so please don’t tell me. It is what it is. I never meant to put you in this position, I thought I was doing the right thing, but I realized I wasn’t and I love you more than anything. It was manipulative, I didn’t give you a direct answer and because of that, you had no agency in this, and that’s not okay.” he says through sniffles as his voice gets harsh with emotion.

“Then why did you say those things?” you say through choked back tears.

He sighs again and you can hear him crying in the background before trying to speak again.

“I just felt so guilty. Felt like a shitty man to put you in this situation after promising you the fucking world. I didn’t want you to feel trapped, but I didn’t even listen to how you felt. It was selfish. I understand if you hate me-“

“You’re right I do fucking hate you,” you interupt him. “If I could pull you down by your stupid pink hair and slap your stupid jaw tattoos around and knock some sense into you I would.

“I hate that you made me fall in love with you, that you’re the first thing I think of when I wake up and the last thing I see when I go to sleep. I hate when I wake up and you weren’t in my dreams, the one place where you and I can actually feel real right now because you refuse to fucking interact with me. I hate that I need to wait for you. I waited my whole life to find you and now I need to wait even longer,” you ramble on, crying into your pillow and twisting your nails into your sheets.

“I hate that I can’t hear your laugh, can’t see your stupid goofy smile, can’t feel your soft touch. Fuck Sukuna I hate all of this. But I hate the thought of anyone else even more, so your godforsaken ass is worth the wait. I’ve already done it once,” you say with a humorless laugh, mouth dry and scratchy, eyes burning as you pour everything out into the open, holding your breath as you wait for his response.

He’s silent and unresponsive. Fearing the call dropped, you were about to lose it if he didn’t hear anything you said.

“Hello?”

“I’m here sweetheart. You really mean all that?”

“What the fuck, of course I did. Boy I swear I would beat your ass if you were here, dense ass motherfucking-”

“I’m sure you didn’t mean that to be romantic at all, but I’m at a loss for words,” he interrupts with a chuckle. What you don’t know is now he’s leaning against the concrete prison wall, biting his tongue and looking all giddy as he tries to replay everything you just said over and over in his mind.

“You think this is funny?” you lash out again. Holy shit this man is testing your patience.

“Kinda yeah. I’m just such a fucking idiot, I’m laughing at my asinine behaviour. I’m so relieved though to hear you say those things. You really love me huh?” he says and you are sure he’s fighting back the biggest grin.

“You’re smiling right now aren’t you?” you say more calmly than before.

“Yup, got a big ole smirk on my face. And crying. You make me happy. It’s happy tears.”

“You make me happy too. And insane. But also insanely happy, even from a concrete cell,” you feel a laugh escape your lips.

“Fuck, wish I could scoop you up and fucking break your little bones from hugging you so hard,” his voice is more husky and even now.

“Um ouch? A little violent don’t you think?”

“I don’t mean it literally. Just that I wish I could be close to you. It’ll be worth it though. One day.”

“Yes it will. Can you actually call me from now on? Also what’s this about wanting to try for a baby when you get out? When did I ever say I wanted one?” you blurt out, remembering that insane part of his last letter.

“Yes I will call. I can’t call often, maybe once a week at most. It’s pricey and I wanna have money left for me when I get out…well for us.

“And yeah, about that. See my cellmate got his girl pregnant right before he got put in here and he got me all paranoid since I busted in you about six times that night. But then I was like well if we are mid to late thirties when I get out, better get to it since time isn’t on our side”

You burst out laughing but feel your heart swell at his words picturing little pink haired terrors running around his house.

“Well you need to get your degrees and trades or whatever in order. I’m not footing the bill for all of us because for some reason I don’t see you being able to keep your hands off of me to stop at just one,” you tease.

“Oh please, don’t act all high and mighty. I saw you that night, begging to take every last drop-“

“Oh my god can people hear you?!” you squeal, interrupting him.

“Um, darling it’s a bunch of dudes locked up in here with no females to be found. You just get used to being shameless after a while. Like when we are done here I’m gonna go tell Gojo to look the other way while I jerk off.”

You practically choke on your own saliva. What the actual fuck?

“Uh, wow, okay. That’s pretty wild Sukuna not gonna lie.”

“I do the same for him after he’s talked to his girl. He owes me, horny little fuck,” Sukuna scoffs.

“Oh, the call is gonna end in a few minutes. I’ll try to call you every other week on Saturdays around this same time. Sound good?” Sukuna changes the topic as the warning sound chimes over the phone.

“That sounds good. Keep writing too. I like it, it’s special and I look forward to it,” you respond, feeling the weight that was heavy on your heart start to feel a little lighter.

“Of course I will. Anything for you. I love you. So so soooooo muuuuuch,” he says in that whiny voice of his that just makes you smile and shake your head. He’s your whiny Kuna though and you love it.

“I love you too Kuna, talk to you later.”

The call ends and the tears come again. Except this time they’re tears of joy. Relief. Filled with hope for what’s to come. Almost a year down with so much more to go, but at least now you know where you stand. Plus now you have calls to look forward to as you inch your way closer to being reunited.

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